Found an old pic with my skinny calves

[Bevo]

I always laugh to myself when people claim that they don't care what other people think. They care plenty. In fact, a lot of the time they care more about what strangers think of them than their own family or close friends. They'll walk around the house in their underwear, messed up hair,  unbathed, swear and curse; but they'll clean up real quick if they have to go to the grocery store and be seen by complete strangers.

Maybe when I was younger and in college, but after establishing a career, kids and family, not so much. I work out to keep in shape, not bber big at all but lean athletic shape. Believe me, some don’t care, but yes, a lot do, guess to me, it depends on what stage of life you are in. Some never grow out of it, each their own. I grew up in SoCal so all the fake ness was all around

Seeking validation and attention from others is a completely different

[SF1900]

Maybe when I was younger and in college, but after establishing a career, kids and family, not so much. I work out to keep in shape, not bber big at all but lean athletic shape. Believe me, some don’t care, but yes, a lot do, guess to me, it depends on what stage of life you are in. Some never grow out of it, each their own. I grew up in SoCal so all the fake ness was all around

Seeking validation and attention from others is a completely different

lol, getbiggers do not have careers, kids or a family.

We live in our moms basement, posting on getbig, eating cheetos and playing video games.

[Twaddle]

lol, getbiggers do not have careers, kids or a family.

We live in our moms basement, posting on getbig, eating cheetos and playing video games.

I ate some cheetos, posted on getbig, and played a video game yesterday.   

True story. 

[SF1900]

I ate some cheetos, posted on getbig, and played a video game yesterday.  

True story.  

Exactly.

But the question is: did you do it in your moms basement?

Mom: "Twaddle, honey, dinner is ready?"
Twaddle: "Ugh, mom, I am playing Word of Warcraft. Leave me the hell alone."
Mom: "But I made your favorite dish, for my little honey bunny."
Twaddle: "What is it?"
Mom: "Peanut butter and jelly."
Twaddle: "Did you leave the crust on?"
Mom: "Yes, I did, angel."
Twaddle: "Ugh, I hate you mom. You know I hate the crust. Go away and leave me alone. I am disowning you."

[Twaddle]

Exactly.

But the question is: did you do it in your moms basement?

Mom: "Twaddle, honey, dinner is ready?"
Twaddle: "Ugh, mom, I am playing Word of Warcraft. Leave me the hell alone."
Mom: "But I made your favorite dish, for my little honey bunny."
Twaddle: "What is it?"
Mom: "Peanut butter and jelly."
Twaddle: "Did you leave the crust on?"
Mom: "Yes, I did, angel."
Twaddle: "Ugh, I hate you mom. You know I hate the crust. Go away and leave me alone. I am disowning you."

LMAO!  Actually, it was at my mom's house.  Sadly, she doesn't have a basement.