I hate Leanne Rimes and her husband. The are the obnoxious fitness couple who go to the gym, and for bike rides, jogs and weight lifting sessions before stopping for lunch at the gym to pick up a protein shake….while frowning on the rest of the world who eat fast food and enjoy sitting. You know the kind of girl who slowly morphs into a dude as her new found muscles turn her tits into a solid pec, her booty in a man’s ass and her clit into the size of a grown man’s thumb, a piece of information my little league coach used to tell me before making me jerk him off, but that’s not the point, the point is how her husband decides it’s just too hot to wear a t-shirt and just conveniently need to take it off to show the world my abs like I was a faggot in a gay bath house or some shit.