I have a friend who is in his early 50’s and has been enjoying the hell out of life. Whereas every day, I myself want to eat doughnuts and chicken wings, I never eat donuts and chicken wings. What I want to eat and what I end up eating are two completely different things. My friend has never felt this conflict in his life. He wants it, he eats it and then he washes it down with a six pack. To go with his bad eating habits, he also has an almost virgin gym membership that he's been paying on…
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