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No, seriously, it's all rolls of excess skin.

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April 3, 2007 | 09:51am
Mood: yearning
Music: Xavier Naidoo - Wo Willst Du Hin

Dear Washboard Abs,

I know we're perfect strangers, but I'd really like to meet you. Please ignore the roll of skin (not fat, dammit! Skin!) and come say hi. I swear, I'll keep doing what I've already been doing: miles of running, crunches, sit-ups, healthy food--you name it, I'll do it. All for you.

Warmest Regards,

P.S. If you'd like, you can bring your buddies Rock-Solid Pecs, Tight Buns, and maybe even Mountainous Biceps. We could have a party! In fact, I'll go so far as to promise you this: your greatest enemy, Rolls of Fat, will never be allowed to crash our delightful soirée. Think about it!

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from: areyouevolving
date: April 3, 2007 06:13pm (UTC)

hehe. Abs are a bitch. I work out five times a week and mine, although sort of visible, aren't gonna be washboard anytime soon.

I would also like to curse at anything with a name that rhymes with Putting on Mass. :D

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from: aodh
date: April 3, 2007 08:17pm (UTC)

I'm an ex-fat kid, so the possibility of actually having (gasp!) visible muscles is kind of exciting. I doubt I'll ever have washboard abs, but a guy can dream, right?

(But hey, the running has to count for something! My calves are ridiculously attractive. F'realz.)

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