It’s been hard for me to admit this, but it’s time to come clean: while my chest and arms are works of art, I, Stephen Gashler, have developed a gut. This goes against the first resolution of our marriage that Teresa and I discussed immediately after I proposed to her, which was to never get fat. This hanging blob of excess is a blaring stain on my quest for perfection. It must go.
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You have changed man. I never thought this would have happened especially after reading about all your exercising. You can count on me not changing, I am still immortal.
Are you telling me that you don’t have any extra flab on your belly at all? No little tucks and rolls when you sit down? In any case, I’ll bet I could get a six pack before you.