Belgium Competition Displays No Neck, Brains
I’ve never pretended to understand the mind of a professional bodybuilder and therefore, I could never be one.
All the best t-shirts would never come in my size, I could never air-guitar properly again without ripping one (or seven) of my pecs off and I’d always be slippery with grease, which wouldn’t bother me so much as it would the people who sat in the same seat as me on the train.
Written on May 30, 2009 | Posted in Miscellaneous | No comment
