A Tuesday…

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Well, I really wouldn’t have smoked a joint with William come on… I’m not a joint smoker. I don’t even know what I would try to smoke. Today, I walked Lola through the park and then worked out with Trey. Trey my gay, sado-masochistic, bald headed trainer. But, if he can make my crepe paper ass as tight as his buns of iron… I’m in.

He makes me skip rope to Pitbull, TRX to Shake, Shake, Shake Senora, and something I don’t even know what to TOOL, yesterday I thought he told me to do 20 Baby Seal sit-ups. It sounded fairly nice and relatively easy until I realized it was Navy Seal sit-ups. Jesus.

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