They MAKE you sit through that garbage? Don't they know you could be doing more important things like watching reruns of CatDog while scratching your ass with an ice cream scoop?
I've coached one woman through her full pregnancy, and I am coaching another who's 5.5 months along. Both are doing really well on all fronts. As long as the woman isn't stupid and doesn't go full retard, things are just fine.
For whatever reason I thought of a pregnant woman the size of Ronnie Coleman screaming, "AIN'T NUTTIN' BUT A PEANUT! LIGHT WEIGHT, BABY!" Christ. Can you imagine working out next to that monster? 310 pound, hulking giant as tall as he is wide, lifting your body weight with one arm. You're leisurely on the treadmill while this beast is screaming like a lunatic. MIND FUCK. I weigh as much as one of his shits.
El husband is some mandatory fun day and he just messaged me: "Annnnnnd now theyre talking about my weener." Then someone spilled their drink at the thought of his hugenormous dickrod. Sometimes, I just want to be a fly on the wall.
He was a cop here. He's...interesting. My chiropractor treated (treats maybe still?) him, so that helps when I go in and have weightlifting specific issues.
We not be great with reading, but we blacks seem to batting 1.000 when it comes to not fucking some Buster Bluth looking motherfucker so terrified of his own ex-wife he couldn't even pee standing up. That's what you might call street smarts, I s'pose.
Yoga pants, not just for women. Nobody tell him I said that. Celebrities as Normal People My son had school pictures taken. I asked how it went and all I got was "I had gym before it." I'm not expecting much.
So does it bother you that Jews score, on average, two standard deviations higher than white males on IQ tests?
I had my 3rd grade pic taken the day after I crashed my bike into a brick mailbox. Half of my face was scraped off. Parents didn't order pics that year.
Sooooo, your parents' love is completely conditional upon the contingency you're still pretty. Goddamn. You sound like you need a hug. But instead I'm going to go get a muslim drunk as hell. It's very appropriate he married a terrible, heinous woman considering his culture has a long tradition of evil jinn and succubi. Note: I love everyone quoting the Ronnie Coleman video. It has nothing to do with yearbook photos, but the still picture makes photo day look really intense.
I feel so much better about the gut my weightbelt gives me now. Man. Florida. don't run from the cops.
Now that I actually drive to and from work every day, my left ankle has hypertrophied from operating the clutch pedal and is beginning to look suspiciously like a cankle. More details after this message from our sponsor.
Nobody cares. I've been in a bottle of rum for a bit and my give a fuck has been beaten into submission.