This being a new year and all (Happy New Year, blah blah), I decided to implement phase 1 of my Ben Don't Want to Look Like a Whale Plan by running 20 minutes this morning. Well, I had forgotten how hard running was. I was out of breath by the time I reached the end of the block and was ready to cough up my lungs 3 blocks later. And I don't even smoke anymore! I did finish the 20 minutes without stopping though, which, after 6 months of no sports whatsoever, and the day after a very fun NYE party, ain't half bad.
Still, I wish they could bottle up exercise. It'd be a cute little pink pill, equivalent to, say, 30 minutes of running. You'd pop just the amount you need to burn off last night's cocktails. Of course, you can bet some tweaked out fags would find a way to crush it into powder so they can snort it at their next Circuit Party, and it would become America's New Problem, but that's the price of beauty.. Really, if they can send Man on the Moon, they really ought to be able to do that.
By the way, it is confirmed, FHC is a gay Ladies Man. No wonder the French government won't let him go back.
Still, I wish they could bottle up exercise. It'd be a cute little pink pill, equivalent to, say, 30 minutes of running. You'd pop just the amount you need to burn off last night's cocktails. Of course, you can bet some tweaked out fags would find a way to crush it into powder so they can snort it at their next Circuit Party, and it would become America's New Problem, but that's the price of beauty.. Really, if they can send Man on the Moon, they really ought to be able to do that.
By the way, it is confirmed, FHC is a gay Ladies Man. No wonder the French government won't let him go back.
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