There's no reason to have a Dad Bod when push ups exist. I'm always finding time to crank out a few p-ups. Ahh yep, I do maybe a thousand p-ups a day and I'm a father of two. Those nerds coloring with crayons? Time to squeeze in a few p-ups. Little dorks eating mac and cheese? It's p-up time. I'm like a leathered marble statue of a really muscular guy, my muscles are so tight and rugged. Hell, I took a p-up break while typing this comment. The ladies at work, these little work ladies, love when I crank out p-ups right there in front of them and come up off the floor red faced and with a sizeable bulge in my slacks. That bulge is unrelated to the p-ups, by the way, I'm just a guy who's always one hard nipple poking through a shirt away from a full meat platter. Hell, I'd cheat on my wife with one of these little work ladies if she wasn't one of the little work ladies I work with. We bone in the bathroom. I get jacked on p-ups and then we bone in the bathroom and there's nothing my boss can do about it because my vascularity is way too intimidating. I tell him he should do some p-ups if he wants to fuck my wife. It's the only way she gets that slizz juiced and loosed. She wants to see multitudinous p-ups and she wants to see those p-ups now! Whoops! Haha, okay, looks like she's watching me type this over my shoulder. Uh oh. See ya later, nerdbags. I'm gonna p-ups myself up to a full plumper and pump that honey ham rump of my little work lady wife.
๐๐ ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ช๐ป๐ฎ๐ผ๐ฝ ๐ซ๐ป๐ธ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป, ๐ฝ๐ธ๐ญ๐ช๐ ๐ถ๐ช๐ป๐ด๐ผ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ 8๐ฝ๐ฑ ๐๐ฎ๐ช๐ป ๐๐ฎ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ญ ๐๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ธ๐พ๐ฝ ๐ฟ๐ช๐ป๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฝ๐. ๐ฆ๐ฎ ๐ถ๐ช๐ ๐ท๐ธ๐ฝ ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ช๐ซ๐ต๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ฎ๐ท๐ญ๐พ๐ป๐ฎ. ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ช๐ผ๐ฎ ๐น๐ป๐ช๐ ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป ๐ธ๐พ๐ป ๐ผ๐ช๐ต๐ฟ๐ช๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ธ๐ท. .