If you talk about guns like I ain’t got none…you are correct

One of the lesser known drawbacks of living with me* is how the INSTANT I begin any sort of work out program, I begin flexing at Jay. Constantly.

I work ouuuuut

“Pass the salt?”

I grab the salt like it’s a barbell and FLEX my massive biceps

“This salt?”

“Now could you clean up all the salt?”

I leap into a body building pose, popping my guns as I point at the salt all over the floor

“THIS salt?”

“Goddamnit Karla, you’ve gone to the gym ONCE”

“And now YOU’RE going to the GUNSHOW!”

Ladies

We are driving around in the car, listening to the radio

“I went swimming yesterday.”

“Good for you.”

“…Hmph. This is a stupid song. I’m…just gonna change the station.”

I look Jay straight in the eye as I stretch my arm towards the radio…and then…FLEX

“HOLY SHIT! Keep your eyes on the road!”

“YOU NEVER WANT TO GO TO MY GUNSHOW!”

Mad guns, y'all

Jay finally figures out it’s better to go to the damn gunshow

“Here’s your coffee.”

“OH MY GOD, LOOK AT THOSE GUNS!”

Jay is the one in purple

I know he’s patronizing me, but I’m taking it. FLEX!

 

 

*The other drawbacks are obvious, well documented, and legion.

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