After a crazy workout today. I sat and I thought about a few goals I want for myself in the weight room. As some of you may know, I was quite a skinny bastard for a long time. Twice in my life, I was a fat bastard too. Nothing like being in 3rd grade at your Aunt’s wedding, and you’re slow dancing with a girl, then a shirt button and a pants button pops off. Yes, that would put a stop to anyone’s pimp game.
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