...I sit on my butt for most of the day. On a hard slab.
Pfft. I've always had the metabolism of stone. A number of years ago, in the middle of losing 50 lbs but hitting a longish plateau, I decided to get detailed and measure exactly what I was taking in. 1200 calories per day. And not losing an ounce. My metabolism has dropped further with a desk job. As a teacher, I was at least standing and moving around all the time (which is part of why I'm uncomfortable with sitting for extended periods).
Dude get a cushion every piano player I have know had one.
oh. god. shecky. taught. *cowers in fear*
Kentucky Fried Shuriken - Finger Lickin' Death.
Nah, women are just batshit crazy ALL the time!
I don't have the hands to carry around a bloody cushion from piano to piano. I'll deal.
Inflatable donut ME... inflatable donut.
Is there room at the dinner for three more?
My mental image of Shecky teaching is based on a professor I student-aided for when I was in 7th grade. When the kids were the most focused and quiet, be it on a lab assignment or an exam, he would shout, "YES, I LOVE THIS CLASS!" All the students feared and adored him.
Well, if you couldn't do that with your bulls***, Leonard, I suspect the lad's impervious.
... I'm not quite sure what to make of this...