Watch Me Eat Tough Guy

Every work day, I see those Crossfit people jogging across the street. Back and forth like good little lemmings.

I have to admit, I’m a little jealous of their bodies, but I already know I’ll never set down the twinkies long enough to change anything.

One day, I want to go get a tub of ice cream and a bucket of fried chicken and set up a lawn chair right in their jogging path and eat while they pass me, drenched in sweat.

I’m less of a motivator and what you’d call a de-motivator. I’ll even dip the fried chicken in the ice cream. I don’t care. I’ve lost all self-respect at this point. I have nothing to lose.

 

 

 

 

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