As a fat man who doesn’t like doing much more than sitting. Who considers the increased heart rate from a bad hangover to be working out. Who gets out of breath in what must be an asthma attack, or just an fat attack when walking to the bathroom from the comfort of my seated position….I like to see bitches training, cuz bitches have a responsiblity to upkeep their sex appeal while dudes have a responsiblily to make a lot of money to fuck those bitches, while I have a responsibility to post the shit, cuz unfortuantely that’s not how it always works out and some of us dudes are broke and some of us dudes have fat pig wives who aren’t what we thought they’d be after marriage, who collectively got together with their girlfriends and said “after the first baby, we eat and fucking eat til we can’t eat anymore, cuz all these years we’ve deprived ourselves”….so it’s nice to fantasies about the ones who kept their end of the deal….whether a multi-million dollar modeling contract was involved in motivation her or not is irrelevant…
Send these pictures to your wife saying – “Look at these pictures, why isn’t this you, oh right, cuz she’s not eating a chocolate cake, and is actually working out, you fat pig, who lied to me…you fraud bitch….”
It is Valentines Day after all….