Ama. I'm a haunted 8ball. It's what I do.

Also found out that no one in my circle knew what the hell that was.

I find that to be truly, truly outrageous.

So here... hope you like it.

Then you try to go for a hike, and they give up at .3 miles because they have the fitness level of a 15 year old house cat.

Everyday that you do a little bit better than yesterday you is a win.

Strive to be a little better each day, YOU are who you need to beat.

My spouse also loved it, but seemingly latched onto one very specific word.

As a result now refers to my erections as

"your tumescence."

Fitness Influence Husband: "I see. Quite obviously this concerns me, and I think several factors could be contributing to how you feel. Let me start with the basics though. Have you..."

Wife: "Don't you f**king dare."

F.I. Husband: *holds hands in prayer position to lips, locks eyes* "Have. You. Had. Enough. Water. Today?"

Wife: "THIS! This is what I'm talking about, this exact..."

F.I. Husband: *interupts* "Yes, ok... but... what color is your urine output?"

Wife: *storming out front door* "I'm done with you! I'll be at my sisters!"

Buuuuut...

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Now its all foamy in here.

Hey, hey, hey... whether or not there is a sharp, dangerous toilet booby trap installed... how about we just don't stick our hands in public toilets?