It doesn't take hydrogen gas. Or riding a shuttle.
Or snorting on the whitest, finest powder this side of La-la-land.
(It might take an extra spoonful of sugar, but maybe that's just me.)
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Mirror Mirror #29: I went to the gym yesterday for my first full-blown workout. I need to do a lot of things: (a) build up arms from scrawny limb-like appendages, (b) get rid of hair on biceps, before wearing sleeveless Reeboks, (c) be regular at the gym.