In a fit of solidarity (and superficiality, I guess), I've decided to be like wingedman and give myself abs for Christmas. It's not technically re-gifting, though I've given myself a six-pack before. Even if it were, would that be so bad? Did my Dad enjoy that Polo Sport any less? Offering your roommate sloppy seconds with the bar skank that followed you home is just crass, but if the product is pristine and in its original packaging, I say it's kosher.
This is a gift that will take some effort. I'll need your support. You are either for my ripped torso or you are for abject evil. Pick a side. If fucking Bush can throw down an nonsensical gauntlet, why can't I?
As inspiration on this Day 1 of my noble quest for abs, I've written a haiku.
Tuned for low end torque,
Six cylinders pushing rod.
This is not car talk.
11 comments:
I couldn't love you more than I do right now.
I agree with TOA. How are we to know how great you are doing without pictures?
Mike, the motion is seconded and carried.
There will be no BEFORE pictures, Sara! I'm the one who needs my appetite curbed, not you. Help me along and maybe I'll post the AFTER, all tied up with a bow. Hmm, that's three months from now, so we can do SHAVED and UNSHAVED. ;-)
Mikeys six pac abs
I so want to ogle his ass
Just like the Rabbit's
Bodhi :-)
Sydney, Australia
How much do we dig the haikus, people?!
Mmmmm, Rabbit. At this point he's impossibly hot in my head.
Mm... pics of Mr Sexy Six Pack.
Paul
Let us see your abs
I'm sure you had pics taken
You inspire me so
Bootylicious Blake
Against Baldness, loses steam
Who to support now?
I'm gettin' behind Robby Ginepri.
Robbie Ginepri,
I'm behind you but brother,
what are you wearing?
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