Dear Bottom. I miss you. My pants miss you, and my belt has informed me that he has to hold on for dear life just to keep the pants from sagging.
I realize that I never really had you, but for the brief spell when I played basketball once a week with the neighborhood kids at Carlin G. Smith recreational center. But still, I want you back. I don't necessarily want to work hard to get you back. It would be nice if you showed yourself with the mild intermittent exercise that I do, the occasional knee bends, the moon light walks. Don't make me run for you, please anything but that. I'd consider a quick sprint on the beach, but the idea of distance makes me think of hard work and discipline, and that doesn't sound like fun.
I realize that I never really had you, but for the brief spell when I played basketball once a week with the neighborhood kids at Carlin G. Smith recreational center. But still, I want you back. I don't necessarily want to work hard to get you back. It would be nice if you showed yourself with the mild intermittent exercise that I do, the occasional knee bends, the moon light walks. Don't make me run for you, please anything but that. I'd consider a quick sprint on the beach, but the idea of distance makes me think of hard work and discipline, and that doesn't sound like fun.
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