caption contest, strong man eating weird food

Well, it’s Monday, so it’s time for another caption contest.  This week’s photo features a strong man eating lots of rice (or some similar food) with chopsticks.   This isn’t our easiest caption contest, but there are still quite a few funny sayings, and I’m sure you’ll surprise me with some I’ve never thought of.  Remember that you can make the story be whatever you want.  Just keep it clean.

(To see our other caption contests, click on the “Say What?” category in the sidebar.)

my washboard abs

I’ve got another personal tidbit that goes along the lines of the last post.  I’ve told people that I have rock-hard, “six-pack” abs underneath a layer of fat, and I’ve received the strangest looks of disbelief.  For whatever reason, some people find it inconceivable that I have all these tight muscles on my abs.  I suppose these people have to see to believe (but blessed are those who have not seen and yet believe!).

washboard absWell, now I have proof.  (No, the picture is not of me.  Please continue reading to understand why.)  Perhaps you’ve seen those TV commercials where they’re selling some weight-loss pill or diet plan.  They’re on all the time, so you’ve probably seen them.  Next time one comes on, look carefully at the before and after pictures.  From just losing weight, these people went from having a pudgy midsection to having well-defined, muscular abs.  And this is just from following some diet.  (Surely they wouldn’t be misleading people.  I mean, if it’s on TV, it must be true!)

So now you know.  It works the same way with me.  If I were to drop a few extra pounds, you could see my washboard abs.  You may be wondering why I don’t just lose the weight and look like that.  Well, it’s pretty simple, really.  I like to eat, plus I’m not into all that vanity and stuff.  Besides, I’ve got plenty of natural charm and charisma for impressing the ladies.  If I were to bring my body up to its full potential, that might be too much awesome for one person.  Then my friends might get jealous, and I really wouldn’t want to cause them to stumble.  So I keep my muscles in disguise.  The strength is there for when it’s necessary.  And I have nothing to prove.