Is there more to life than being really really ridiculously good looking? Sometimes I think I'm being shallow.  Sometimes I think I'm wasting my time working out 12 hours a week and weighing and measuring all of my food.  Sometimes I think, "wouldn't it be nice to be a lazy shit and just eat all the time.  Maybe I could love myself the same amount I do now".   Then I see a ham.  Then I see those fat fuckers waddling around acting like they own the world.  I then realize, no, there's nothing more to life than being really really ridiculously good looking.  It's worth all the time in the gym, just so that I don't turn into a lazy entitled ham.  Once you pack on the weight, without fail, you turn into a real peice of shit.  So stay the course Shitlords and Ladies, and one day we will be the only people that can walk in a world filled with scootypuff bound fatties.  We can all live on the second stories of buildings without elevators free from them.