[glock rocks]

I don’t even get ham. You one lucky dawg.

I’ve lost 50 pounds this year. I’m sure you’ll volunteer to help me find them.

The oven taters were surrounded in Cajun Dust with a trickle of extra virgin olive oil. I had my burger without the bun, but with a side of beefsteak tomatoes and sugar peas. Tomorrow, I’ll pay for this indulgence with a couple miles. It’s well worth it. I haven’t had ice cream ... well ... hmmm.

You need to drive up here with a grass fed beef in tow. I’ll help you steak it out, and we’ll grill it. The kids and I are waiting patiently on the deck. Feets, get movin!

[tubebender]

Grass is for rabbits and wallabies and stoners. I want my Rib Eye right out of the feed lot.

[AGreatPer]

"I’ve lost 50 pounds this year."

Congratulations. Now, keep it off.

I do feel sorry for people that have to put up with that wight stuff and I admire the ones that can do something about it.

I have been around 150 lbs for 30 years. No problem here. WTG Glock.