Moments before getting my ass off the couch and to the gym, I received a call from my friend Paul. He wanted to know if I wanted to come over to his place to drink some beers poolside.
"I was just about to head to the gym," I told Paul.
"Fuck it, go tomorrow."
That's all the convincing I needed.
While sitting outside under the warm California sun, Paul - a not so skinny man himself - turned to me nonchalantly and said, "You know the nice thing about being fat?"
"What's that?"
"More of us to get tan."
Thanks for finding the bronze lining, Paul.
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