After a full workout, I got 185. It’s more than I weighed last year, but I don’t think that it’s very good by weightlifting standards. Given that I’m just topping 200, I should be able to bench at least that much. I think that I might be able to do more, but lifting without a spotter can be a little scary. On the other hand, I would imagine having some strange guy’s nuts near your head while lifting heavy weights would be scary, too. Frankly, it just ain’t worth the extra gain to me.

Go Ahead…
There’s plenty of snow out there. If it’s dark, I’m sure no one would see you if you dove into a snow pile or two. Laying on a snow pack outside of your house and staring at your breath crystallizing above your face on a winter’s night can be very relaxing. Tackling someone into said snow pile can be hysterical. Wet pants, ice cold legs, and a tired smile should shuttle you right back to your childhood winters, where your only job was to carry your sled home.

Although making an angel or flopping around in knee deep snow is known to shave years off of that mature exterior, I will say that it can widen the rift between you and your snotty neighbors. If cotillions are your bag, you can always save face and restore access by blaming the snowy mess onna those same goddamma kids that play onna you goddamn grass inna the summer. God Damma kids!

Don’t look at my lawn, though. I’m, uh, very mature. Seriously. Listen, I’m so mature, that I don’t even put the “tch” sound in the middle of the word. But, just don’t look. Ok?

Swear on your Knight Rider lunch box.

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