So for lunch I ate roughly 27 slices of pizza (28 if you count the one that fell on the floor and was wrested away from Olive the office pug). And now, not only do I need a workout, I need a Marky Mark workout! One that preferably is filled with mumbling, porny overtures, and a whole lot of POW!!! It's a good vibration, yo.

Flex o' the bicep to Jay!