Re-entry

Me, over the last two weeks:

“Have the cookie, Bev. It’s Christmas!”

“Skip the workout, Bev. You don’t get to see your nieces everyday, you know!”

“Get drunk (again), Bev. Your entire Page family hasn’t been together on Christmas in 25 years! This is a celebration!”

“Oh, just get the Casey’s pizza, for Christ’s sake, Beverly! You’ll double up the workouts in January!”

“You need more prime rib, Bev.”

“It’s really hard to find cheese balls in YourCity, Bev.”

Me, after completing my first workout of re-entry into real life

(specifically, the :28 mark).

YouTube credit: thevideo guy

Hallelujah! Holy shit!

-Brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless, fatass Bev