I was joking the other day about how much I've grown to like my little belly. I mean, sometimes I cup my hand around it, pat it, caress it, even sing to it. I'm not sure it's ever gonna disappear, and so I've decided we might as well be friends. It's my own little Six Pack--in rolls. Well, it's not that bad. Now I'm not saying I'm gonna be one
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