On the first day, God created the heavens and the earth, and he saw that it was good.
On the second day, God created fitness sluts. And he saw that it was very good.
On the third day, God realized the fitness sluts would be lonely if there were no one to worship then, so schmoes were needed. So, on that day He created Ron.
On the fourth day, God thought a Gentile version was needed, so he took one of Ron's ribs and created Mower. Unfortunetly, Ron hogged all the food, so poor Mower never did develop properly and ended up both physically and mentally retarded. But the little guy had pluck, and was determined to become just as big of a schmoe as his Jewish brother, "fuccking all fitness chicks" and saving the fitness industry!
On the fifth day, God saw what he had done and got drunk. Unfortunately, this just made things worse, as in his drunken stupor he created Romano, Palumbo, Valentino, and the rest of "Team MD".
On the sixth day, God sobered up, looked at his creation, and said "fuck it" and gave up and moved to France.
On the seventh day, Joe Weider wandered into god's empty office...
