the food around here is pretty great... as i've stated before. we have more baskin robbins than we know what to do with... a pizza bar, salad bar, burgers, fires, onion rings, sandwich corner, pasta bar, whatever they're serving at the main line that night (sundays are steak, crab and shrimp nights), and a full wok.
which brings me to why there's a photo of an orungatan on here.
i recently had stirfry at the dfac. it was pretty good going down... but its exit strategy was similar to a retarded orungatan with rabies trying to remove chinese fingercuffs while in a tub of pudding.
don't let his cuddly fun looking face fool you. he is a cruel cruel psychopath.
otherwise the chow's been pretty good and after my insane runathon i've decided to try and put the 10 pounds -- lost training and running the Hood to Coast -- back on. lieutenant bomar has me on a fun/painful weight workout and i'm actually consuming protein shake stuff. i still plan to keep up my cardio since i really like running, but i also hope to go from two dimensional to three dimensional. it may be hard for me with my metabolism... but i believe in 9+ months i should be able to have some effect. if not, i'll use bicep implants and shoulder pads to fill out.
wish me luck!
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What happens when your bicep implants rotate, and you get that old-person-jiggly underarm action?
ropa sin gente transforms into ropa con la posibilidad de gente adentro.
Wasn't it ropas caminantes?
I love how you brought that back. Erick's mom is awesome!
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