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Dieting gets you nowhere but face-first in the business end of the toilet clogging up the sewers with half-eaten food and spiriling into a swirling vortex of unending depression if you ask me. I'm now on a no-diet diet.
I walked a mile and a half yesterday and GET THIS! I sprained my junk. That's right. I pulled a girl muscle. Actually, it was centemeters to the right of my girl muscle, but IT STILL HURT.
I felt like I was fucked by a refrigerator without the cool sensation of freezer-burn.
After a sound slumber, the pain went away and I can now proceed to kick ass, that is, if I wanted to. I should get a target board and put a picture of someone's ass on it, so I can get literal on his ass (bwahahaha, the marketing just writes itself!)
But goatse a-no-no. I don't wanna get stuck in that thing.
I walked a mile and a half yesterday and GET THIS! I sprained my junk. That's right. I pulled a girl muscle. Actually, it was centemeters to the right of my girl muscle, but IT STILL HURT.
I felt like I was fucked by a refrigerator without the cool sensation of freezer-burn.
After a sound slumber, the pain went away and I can now proceed to kick ass, that is, if I wanted to. I should get a target board and put a picture of someone's ass on it, so I can get literal on his ass (bwahahaha, the marketing just writes itself!)
But goatse a-no-no. I don't wanna get stuck in that thing.