Alright it is now boxing day! The cricket is on and I don't have my dumbbells!
What, you're fat ass didn't fit down our chimney?! Two words for you pal; Diet and Exer-fucking-cise!
Or did you just decide that I wasn't worthy? Have I been too naughty, hell I've kinda forgiven Jorn, CJU and my supervisors for being dicks. Well better start praying! While I was in the southern states of the USA I was schooled in small arms, and I'm already a bloody good shot with a rifle, so you'd better believe that hunting season has just opened, and it isn't just reindeer in the crosshairs!
How am I supposed to train over Christmas? I had a whole workout with dumbbells planned. Now I have to resort to box jumps (40", yay!), and flipping wool bales. Also pushing the farm truck with a fire fighting unit on the back full of water was not what I had in mind for a Christmas break workout at home on the farm!
You had better not laugh, better beleive you're going to cry, you wonder why? Because Tim is hunting your fat ass down!
Watch your back,