What’s going on here, Bobby. Walk me through it. “Oh, you can’t walk through it. The machine’s solid.” It was a euphemism. “Ah. So, uh, this here is a piece of apparatus meant to stimulate your latissimus mueslix. People don’t know this, but every muscle has a foreign name. They’re not just your hammies.” I think … Continue reading Swole In What’s Left Of My Reason