We party because we like to look at ourselves in the mirror.
We party because Rock n Roll turns us on.
We drink until all hours of the night, because we don’t want to give up on the best part of the day.
(Partying must be a reward. You wouldn’t catch me in a bar if my bed was not made and I hadn’t already done 200 push ups. So, if you think about it that way, working out is the best part of the day.)
Glenn Danzig. Thank you for your amazing music, and for being shredded as fuck.
An avid weight lifter, and a bad mother fucker. I salute you!
“I try to work out, but a lot of hotels don’t have gyms anymore, so I always try to find a local gym where there’s not a ton of ‘roid-heads, ’cause I can’t stand them. It’s tough. I read a lot, so that helps.” -Glenn Danzig
I look at life as if I’m always at work, and I fucking love my job.
I am my own boss, therefore I’m always at work. Luckily, my boss is pretty kick ass, and I have the best job in the world.
If you’re sitting on your couch watching TV, and there is a pile of dirty laundry sitting in the corner, you should fire yourself immediately. Either that, or get so good at your job, that someone does your laundry for you.
Even when I get home, I’m still the boss, and I’m still at work. The boss will not let me relax and watch Cops if the dishes are not done, the bed is not made, and the proper amount of calories are both burned and consumed for any given day.
It’s difficult to enjoy life if you’re always working a job that you hate. You are your own boss. You are self employed. It’s your choice whether you like your job or hate it.
Heart disease aside, if bacon cheeseburgers make you happy, by all means, stuff your face.
I find happiness in sweating, pushing myself to great limits, treating my body with respect, and the vanity of looking at myself in the mirror afterwards.
There is not a damn thing wrong with being the sexy chubby guy. If you believe you are sexy, other people will believe you’re sexy. In our current state, I like to call it the Zach Galifianakis effect. Every time I turn my head I see an overweight, (borderline fat) dude with a beard, whose jokes have suddenly gotten better. If this vibe works for you, by all means, rock the shit out of it.
From the age of 18 to 28, I could not take my shirt off in front of another human being. Being chubby did not work for me personally. The ladies didn’t seem to mind, but I wasn’t happy. So, I fixed it, as simple as that.
My jokes were always pretty decent. As for my look…. I’ll stick with my running shoes and my push ups.
