Bellytime

How do I develop a six pack? That’s the question I just entered into the google search bar. In case you haven’t guessed already the endless beer nights and a job where you take the occasional stroll from your desk to the studio have taken their toll on my belly and turned it into a fat waste basket, all the fat that ends up on the belly must be undesired by the rest of the body coz it is just grosses me out.

I’m ashamed to look at Beckford Photos they only make you want to hide your head in the sand and hope the world could end in the next 2 seconds.

How is it that Africans look at a pot belly as a sign of prestige and wealth, a man without a belly feels as inept as a Kabaka without Ebyaffe, or street sider and Rhino without their lappies

I have declared a global war against all pot bellies and any man found with excess stomach fat is to be flogged publicly not less than 20 lashes with his own belt or suspenders, ofcourse now there is the small matter of determining exactly how much is excess, without any yard stick for separating the offenders from the respectful citizens a cop with a grudge against Jny might not hesitate to declare him in violation of the Carsozy code.

So here’s the penal code and since I didn’t study even one evening class of law school thereby being incapable of formulating a law I’ll let Muda polish up the statute, but this is the best I can do. 

 Any one who looks like this is off the hook, not you Sleek, lie down.

And any one who looks like this is well screwed.

So Whad I miss during my self imposed exile from blogmania? Ug girl how are you Lulu tells me you have posted about a juicy job, am off to read after which you can take me out to an on line restaurant.

Great week and stay fit.

………………………..for godsake Apr didn’t you listen to a word I just said, stay off the chocolate bars, put it down on the floor gently, with your left hand, now kick it to me.