I had to measure my bicep today and learned I am a girly man. I topped out while flexing at 14 inches. Apparently that makes me 'average to good'. If I had been under 9 inches the book people would kick sand in my face and call me a weasel boy. Close call on that.
I have never really been one for building muscle. I don't hate it but building fat is so much more efficient of my time. I don't have to try to do that. I guess it could have been worse so I won't complain much.
That is all,
Newt
Sunday, March 29, 2009
TBWCYL Day 88 - Here to Pump (clap) You Up!
Posted by Trinity at 8:23 PM
Labels: Life Changing Adventures
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13 Ripples in the pond:
What do they have to say about scrawny female biceps?
They call those Erin's and they are not recommended for anyone to have.
Girly Man & Weasel Boy = the worst superhero duo EVER!!!!!
What? That sounds like a great duo. One could sniff out crime with his super sniffing powers and the other could slap some justice into criminals.
Have I ever told you that I HATE that you always have better, funnier comebacks!!!!
Tsk!
No, but I can completely understand your hatred. It's almost the same hate I get from all of my friends because they are so jealous that they aren't me. Especially my best friend, Thomas because he is a big loser.
Weasel boy!
How did she know about Weasel Boy....
And Girl Interrupted, don't worry. He isn't always as clever as he seems with the comebacks. Commenting here gives him ample time to come up with a good one - in person he is much less impressive... on many levels... on all levels...
I have you know that I have a reputation for being quick witted. This is just another case of Thomas wishing he were me and projecting. It is just sad really.
I wish that I had the grammatical skills that you do... "I have you know..." NIMROD!
I type like I speak. You know what I'm sayin?
I'll bounce!
Word.
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