Wasted Hours?!?

Torture chamber to some, pleasure zone for others. I personally subscribe to the former.

But if I had a ladder, I would crawl across to the latter and punch the former in the blatter, even though it helps us from getting fatter, and scream "Batter up" as I splatter it's fatter matter all over the mad hatter's face.

Resulting in quite the rumbling, tumbling, side crumbling, bumbling of a fumbling and mainly mumbling Mad Hatter.


Now that I got that out, let's shoot the shit. Be honest, do you workout? If so, do you do it to:
A) Look good
B) Be healthy
C) You just feel guilty if you don't
D) Some other reason, like you want to be able to lift cars, or do one-armed pushups

I'm still trying to figure out if the phrase, "Sun's out. Guns out." is really worth all the time spent in the gym. Can people even see past my hairy chest? Over at Team Blacksheep we only ask the important questions in life. Like this one:

Do girls with thin mustaches know they have a mustache and think other people can't see it? Or do they just not see the mustache when they look in the mirror?