I've got tits. Yup I said it. Big fat tits. I was feeling all good after riding 40 miles with the EBG tonight. Yup I said it. Forty miles. The big 4-0. Two hours and forty six minutes worth of work. Went through the last three episodes of season 1 of the Sons of Anarchy. I f***ing love that show. I came upstairs and was gonna hop in the bed and TLO looked at me and asked if I was gonna get in the bed without a shower. I said, yes I am. No I didn't. Well I did say it, but no I didn't do it. I went to take a shower and in the midst of stripping I caught a glimpse of those puppies in the mirror. I can't imagine I've grown any since I've been doing this, I mean I think my calfs are picking up some definition with all the riding, but I'm shrinking for the most part. Not sure where the close to 16 pounds I've lost is all coming from, but its going somewhere. My guess is that the weight I've lost around the belly has exposed the happy sacks for what they are. The sweater meat is in full effect. Theres a guy that I work with that has started calling me flacco. No you dumba**, not the QB for the Ravens. Are you a football fan? I had no clue. Who's your favorite tea... you know what?? Stop trying to change the f***ing subject. Flacco means skinny in Spanish. I had to look it up because at first I was convinced he was calling me gay. NO Diary! I do not work with Kobe Bryant. Can you please just sit there and f***ing listen. Are you a basketball fan? Who do you think is gonna win it all... You know what? You f***ing did it again. Stop distracting me. Now I know I'm not skinny by a long shot, but the clothes are fitting a little looser lately so I'm feeling good. TLO told me earlier that she can see a difference in the face and stomach. Said she saw some definition in the face or something. I went back later and said, "did you say you could see my cheekbones?" She replied, "hell naw I didn't say that." She then laughed at me. But guess who got the last laugh. I'm wearing her bra. No not really you a**hole, but maybe I should be. These things are huge. I know some teenage chick is jealous of these f***ing jugs. They are as big as Barry Bonds head when he was on the juice. Yes I know that he just got convicted of obstruction of justice. Wow you really keep up with baseball huh? You think the Yankees can do it this ye....You know what. Forget it. You're really trying to milk this for all you can huh? Oh my f***ing goodness. Can't believe I just walked into a milk joke. Good one you, a**hole.
PS. OK. They aren't this bad. Maybe I should stop complaining.
PSS. I still really need to do something about them.
PSSS. I am Jack's complete lack of surprise.
PSSST. I am Jack's cold sweat.
PSSSS. Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken.
PSSSSS. Keep trying anyway diary.
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