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Having a body is a huge pain. Damn thing is always complaining about something.
"Hello, I'm your Right Hamstring, and I'm REALLY not happy right now, so try and not use me, 'kay?"
"This is your stomach, you're not gonna wanna rely on me to hold much, so careful what you eat."
"Hey, asshole, these are your upper thighs calling, enough with the low stances already!"
"Dude, this is like, your big toe and stuff...remember when you like, jammed me in that sparring match a couple of weeks ago? You do? Cool. Here's a reminder anyway, cause like, I'm into sharing my stash..."
The body can shut up and quit complaining. Whether it likes it or not, it's approaching 60lbs down from the pinnacle of fatness, and that comes with a price.
"Hello, I'm your Right Hamstring, and I'm REALLY not happy right now, so try and not use me, 'kay?"
"This is your stomach, you're not gonna wanna rely on me to hold much, so careful what you eat."
"Hey, asshole, these are your upper thighs calling, enough with the low stances already!"
"Dude, this is like, your big toe and stuff...remember when you like, jammed me in that sparring match a couple of weeks ago? You do? Cool. Here's a reminder anyway, cause like, I'm into sharing my stash..."
The body can shut up and quit complaining. Whether it likes it or not, it's approaching 60lbs down from the pinnacle of fatness, and that comes with a price.
