While we were out on Monday, Stense bought herself the latest edition of Men's Health magazine.
Now, believe me, I've looked: Stense is definitely not a man. So what on earth was going on there, do you reckon? Stense claimed she had bought the magazine for the recipes. Yeah, right—and I bought this month's Playboy for the Robert Redford interview.
From what I've seen of Men's Health magazine—which, you'll appreciate isn't much—it seems to be aimed at blokes who like to stand around in their underpants all day working on their 'abs'. And for women who have a thing about blokes who like to stand around in their underpants all day working on their 'abs'. Which is most women, as far as I can tell.
I haven't a clue what an 'ab' is, but I'm damned sure I wouldn't want to go showing mine off in public. Even if I could.
And what is it with those six-pack stomachs? Six-packs are for lager-sipping softies. Real men drink real ale, and that stuff comes in barrels.
I don't understand women, I really don't. They keep insisting that, when it comes to men, looks aren't important; it's personality that counts. But when did you last see a woman buying a magazine with Fred Dibnah or Jeremy Paxman on the cover? Exactly! Women are full of shit.
Jealous? Me? No way, ladies! There's nothing those muscle-bound hunks have got that I haven't got four times over.
Six pack?I can go one better. I've got a party seven.
As for an Ab...it's the key between G & A. sometimes referred to as G#
I hope that helps.
No, it doesn't help at all. Never had a clue what musical types were on about when they said something was in the key of something else.
I still have my six-pack. Unfortunately, I've lost the little piece of plastic that holds it together.
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Like the haloween paint-job.
"Ab" is, of course, and abbreviation for "abomination", describing the act of spending one's time moving pointless weights for which gravity has already found a perfectly tenable position, rather than constructively correcting the unnecessary fullness of beer-glasses.
It's Haloween, so later today I shall be hollowing out Dale Winton to firghten the children with. Should do the trick.
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