My ass! I'd love to meet the jack wagon that coined that phrase. I just rode a bike 12 blocks. Just 12 tiny blocks.
I haven't ridden a bike in about 20 years. I mean, I remember how, I had no problem riding the bicycle. My thighs are now screaming at me "WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!"
And the seats? What the hell did they do to the seats? My butt is not thanking me at all...not a single bit. I miss the banana seats of the 70s...No wonder men are going sterile, their balls are pissed at them for subjecting them to being lifted and separated in a most painful manner!
Obviously, I need to exercise more, but really, I don't care how small my butt gets, it will NEVER comfortably fit on one of those glorified broom sticks.
My butt is crying and my thighs are screaming....Hey, maybe that'll drown out the kids fighting for a while!
There might be something to this exercise thing!
~Kim
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