Stone cold, knockout
Finally, I'm in good pastures, I can tell because my stomach has its blinkers on and its overtaking my pants...I'm on the road to the land of milk and honeys...Now I have a keg of steel, instead of a six pack...yay...
As long as I don't lose sight of my feet or worster still my...ahem, manhood, she'll be right.
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