Lensch, lensch, lensch, lensch, lensch, lensch, lensch, lensch, lensch, lensch, lensch, lensch, lensch, lensch, lensch, lensch.

It's the rust bowl of my gas!

So, we are back. My name is Ross Bolin and I'm here with Jared Boroslow, my loving furry and generally unkempt co-host, Jared Howes Your Ass.

My ass is good. It's been sitting in this seat for 45 minutes now.

Yeah, took me a minute to get here.

There were issues. The house alarm went off while I was in an Uber that then had to turn around.

And then I had to get another Uber. It's this whole story. It doesn't matter. You didn't ask, but my ass hurts.

I worked out legs yesterday for the first time in over a month. Ross fit admittedly, fell apart in March.

Life always finds a way to derail the routine, but we're back on track and by we, I mean me, and by back on track,

I mean I can't feel my legs and poop blood this morning from doing three sets of 10 squats with relatively lightweight yet today.

Look, everyone knows I have chicken legs, okay?

I'm the chicken leg guy. Ha ha! Look at his legs. They're so skinny like a stork.

Look at the flamingo man, mommy.

Daddy, how do his knees work?

Treetrunk leg having obese kids judging a grown man's legs. It's preposterous.

But this is the cycle I have to endure. Every winter, I work my ass off to get in great shape.

Then by the time spring comes around, life has beaten the shit out of me to the degree that I lose my routine entirely.

And by the time I can actually be out in the sun wearing anything that might even hint that I give a shit about working out,

I'm a pasty chicken leg regular, larp looking white dude again. And that's the cycle that's my life.

Yeah, I like how you said larp instead of narp.

That was funny to me. Larp.

Larp is live action roleplay.

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