25centgiraffes

I need to think about hittin' the gym... every winter I pack on the pounds and it all goes right to my gut. Never anywhere else. Slap a mustard staind wife beater on me, put a beer in my hand and stick me in a dilapidated recliner that was manufactured in the 80's and i'd look like a dead beat ex-biker gang member who lives in a trailer park.