Probably start the day with coffee and light reading, 'Hooked on Phonics' perhaps. Carry on as Ronnie would, ya know, no one suspects a thing.
End of the day, though, after my parking lot lunges, I settle into the gym's busiest corner, announcing loudly, "Ronnie Coleman gon' make doodie now!"
Plop. Plop-plop ... plop.
"Ain't nuttin' but a peanut," I say, before tuckin' my tootsie roll 'tween my legs for a little Buffalo Bill "I'd fvck me" dance.
Then, off to the bathhouse.
See, it's the NEXT DAY I'm thinkin' about.