Can’t you grovel any better than that?

Was taken over. Smooth sailing for 30 weeks. Then dangerously high blood pressure forced a cesarean at 32 weeks. Wife and son are doing great now, but the little fellow had to spend 3 weeks in the NICU. Good thing I was in shape by then because looking after both of them left me no time for exercise for a few weeks.

If she actually is interested in getting real community service in

“This is the principal: Cocaine and chlamydia have entered the building.”

No, he sucks because he just sucks. If you’re laughing at him, you’ve made a mistake and should correct it immediately.

This post lost me right here:

It’s LeBron’s Block Party, y’all!

I’ve got a few grays creeping into my head of hair, but I’m in the best shape of my life. As soon as my wife told me she was pregnant, I hit the gym. At least an hour a day for six days a week. I’m in the best shape of my life. Eight percent body fat. Ran a half marathon. It can be done. Takes a real commitment,…

I feel like this whole “dadbod” thing was played out before it even came up.

I just wish, before my fat ass shuffles off this mortal coil, that we could get to a place where all bodies are loved and adored and cherished. We are not in that place now, and I don’t know if we’ll ever get there.

Dadbod can go screw itself sideways.