To the crunches girl (and this is not a fat joke)

Honest. It's more just a commentary.

Let's say you're at the gym. And let's say you're doing "crunches" at the gym. And let's say you're friend has an impeccable bod, the one pretty much everyone else is jealous of, especially you, and *maybe* OMS.

Let's say you're still trying, though, so there's honor in that. Sound body, sound mind. These things are important in the long run, we hear.

But our issue here isn't how you look or what you're trying to do about it. Our issue here is the lack of honesty.

"I can't do the crunches like that," you said. "I have short arms."

We are *so* using that excuse next time we -- wait. Waitaminute. Our arms don't straighten. You have short arms. We hate crunches, too. Maybe you're right, short-armed crunch complainer.

See? No punchline. No fat joke. We're not losing our edge, we just have an affinity for arms, is all. Or something.

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Currently listening to: No One is to Blame (Howard Jones).