I am totally fucking psyched! I am the king of box lugging! My body is a powerful machine! I am a god!
The fitness, ladies and gentlemen, is back. After three days of feeling like a relative wimp at the courier depot I was put in the lorry at the end of the conveyor belt to basically fill it up with boxes. The belt is relentless and the boxes are heavy and have to be stacked about 8ft high. Towards the end of Friday’s shift I was on fire, hurling 30kg boxes like they were so much candyfloss, and let me tell it, it felt good!
Fuck yeah!
Nutter. Eat some chocolate.
I realised that, having started running low on food this week, I’ve been on a diet of beans, sausages, bread, eggs and corn beef with the occasional banana. Whether this explains anything I dunno.
beans, sausages, eggs… corn beef..
Yes it would explain why no-one is talking to you!! ;-)
(PARP!!)
Oddly enough, not so much with the farting. I must be converting it all into PURE ENERGY!