Girl: What’s this on my stomach?
Man: Dude, I’m shaving! Naked! You’re supposed to be having some teen angst body crisis, you can’t go barging in on your dad when he’s shaving naked.
Girl: As long as it’s your face you’re shaving. What’s this on my stomach?
Man: What, that? That’s called an ab.
Girl: What?
Man: Ab. Stomach muscle. You’re getting defined stomach muscles. All that rowing. Like me, look: eh… ehm… here: theoretically, if the light were right, you should be able to see a wee bit of ab here on me.
Girl: Ok. [exit, stage left]
Man: Feh.
I’m working on building up my flabs.
Aren’t we all?
Miguel, Jish is coming to Vienna and wants to meet webloggers in Austria.
http://www.jish.nu/2003_05_01_archive.php#200315084
he’s a good and friendly guy!
That’s not what I heard in the Executive Blogger Bathroom… I hear he sacrifices babies to keep his traffic up.
Ab?!? What’s an ab? I can’t recall having any of those. It’s not like flab? Is it? *hopeful look*
I’m in shape.
Round is a shape.
Who needs sixpack abs? I have the whole keg!