My Fat A$$

I've shared a lot about myself over the last few months.  Some of that sharing even included some shots of me shirtless.

That sort of behavior is very unlike me.

But, given these changes in my life, I suppose this day (today) was always going to come.

The day when we talked about my derrière.

Relax. I haven't come down with a case of Montezuma's Revenge.

It's worse than that.

Gang, it turns out that my keister is just too big for my pants:

No sooner had the right cheek side been mended than the left glute-section started ripping too.

Good thing my Mom taught me how to sew back when I was a kid.

I'm pretty sure her version didn't include multiple different stitching techniques, thread colors, duct tape and/or super glue though...

I'm not saying I used all of the above.  But I'm not not saying it either.

While you figure what that means, I've ordered this to get my act in rear.  I mean gear...

Ok, I'm done with this terrible joke/post now...