Which way is 34th Street, you ask? That way.
Ohhh! Did you see my bicep pop out when I pointed awkwardly in that direction?
Sweet.
Hey, I can't control these things. It's like they have a mind of thier own. Two perfectly sculpted, rippling minds.
You say you wanna see my belt buckle? Here it is.
Zam!
You see those abs rise up like six yeasty dinner rolls? Wow. Even I was impressed with that display.
Hey, there's an ant near you. I'll just step on it.
Jesus. Did you see that bulging calf muscle inflate like a veiny football when I applied the requisite pressure to crush that tiny exoskeleton? Something to behold.
So anyway, how have you...wait a minute, did that guy just give you a dirty look? Here, let me give him the finger for you.
Bammo! Would you please just stop what you're doing and consider the sheer bulk of the meaty section of my middle finger? Who knew fingers could even get muscular? That's two hundred finger curls a day you can thank for enjoying that view.
Tired of this yet? I'm just trying to say that I've been excerising more over the past couple weeks. It's one of those things I've been meaning to do for a while but have let go for too long. So now I'm back at it. And who knows? Maybe the next time you see me...
Kapow!!
2 comments:
what happened to the brian I used to know? stomach like a bowl of chicken dumpling soup and fingers like kielbasa?
that's the man i fell in love with.
Hey, don't go all Tweeddale on me now (although you referenced the Hulk, so that'd make you Mick).
And Feeb, remember how Q'ner fingers even smelled like kielbasa? Dreamy.
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