twotoner

Oh my god...

So tonight I go to work a game. Put my underarmour on. Throw the cup and shin pads followed by the trousers.

I catch a glance of myself in the mirror of the locker room, and all I can see is my fat stomach hanging over my belt.

I am such a fat fuck! What the hell happened to me?

So I work the game and all went well. Afterwards I go to drive home a different way to try to avoid the flooding and almost got stuck. How stupid is that?

To answer the question I posed earlier in the post: I stopped at Dairy Queen and at a donut shop.

Yea, I'm a fat fuck. A fat fuck who can't exercise to prevent my heart from pumping more so my tooth doesn't hurt more. Oh shoot, I promised godsmoker I wouldn't say anything. D'oh!