Like a pig to mud

Going swimming again at 7. The girls have pulled out. So they’re saved the trouble of having to pretend like they’re not with Mr. Bozo who’s flapping around like a puppy on acid. I just had a Joey-tribute sandwich, Italian meatballs (as opposed to the original Fijian ones, I suppose) in a rich tomato sauce with ‘mozarella’ (processed ordinary) cheese. After washing it down with a thick chocolate milkshake, I fear I have only added to my bone-density problems, especially around my midriff (I know there are no bones there except for the lumbar bones) which is why, I presume, I don’t float so well. Or at all.

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  1. Ioannis

     /  9 November, 2005

    You did float today though.

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  2. You know, it’s a scientific fact (read fiction) that, after eating, your ribs move downwards, creating the impression of a larger midriff. The more junk food you eat, the more the bones move. Really. No, really. 🙂

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  3. Anonymous

     /  18 November, 2005
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