
I experienced my first old, married man moment yesterday evening. I was at the gym, attempting to banish my dear pal Mr. Beer Belly. I wasn't really into it and was struggling to keep pace with the treadmill. Then, out of the blue, in walks some chick in sweat pants she purchased in the child's section of Target and a sports bra. However, that is not to say that she shouldn't have been wearing said get-up. To borrow a quote from Jocko, her body was "on point". Sure, her face looked like a Mack truck hit it and then backed up to make sure it finished the job. That didn't matter. So not only did I not want to be there, I nearly feel off the treadmill from gawking at the butterface. And I was pissed off about it. Listen, sweetie, I'm there to work off my love handles. If I was in the hunt for boner material, I'd hit the world wide interwebs. Put some clothes on next time.

And lastly, have a good life Browns fans.......
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Love the pictures of Brady Quinn! Happy Birthday Wall!
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