So true, so true. Even when they are douchebags. So faithful reader(s) will recall my encounter with Mr. Post Man wherein he gave me the once over and pronounced me 'getting there' with regard to my obvious aesthetic goals at the gym. I saw him again tonight and he remarked that I was 'looking good' and had 'greatly improved.' What the hell, damn guy!? I. did. not. ask. you.
Oh, and I look exactly the same as I did at the beginning of the year when you saw me outside with a winter jacket on.
Ass wipe. I swear I will be ready for you next time.
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