3 years ago me and my roommate, James Robert (aka Jim Bob) Bacon made an unwise bet. Jimmy (aka James) bet me that by summer he would have a more cut six pack than me. He was on and the loser would have to try and eat 25000 calories (or about 110 mars bars) in one day. Jimbo (aka Jimmy) lost.
The next year James (aka Jimmy Rob… ok, I’ll stop this. James, you have a silly name) once again proposed we make a bet. Though I was reticent James insisted and we went ahead. The loser had to shave half of his head for 2 weeks. Once again James lost.
Last weekend I was in Calgary visiting the Fam and some friends and James yet *again* proposed we have another bet. I have to admit, I’m getting a bit tired of them. During the time they are one I’m not really able to eat what I want and constantly fret about abs making me that vain idiot everyone loves to hate who is constantly checking out their tummy in the mirror. The whole experience is generally negative. To add insult to injury the loser this year has to get a belly button piercing. After enough pestering however I gave in and said I’d do the bet again this year. …
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So on June 21st if all does not go well I’ll have a belly button ring. … I’m pretty sure belly button rings are the piercing equivalent of a guy getting a tramp stamp. I think this might be because the only way to expose either of these body modifications to the world is to wear a midriff revealing shirt, which is not particularly cool for guys to do. This guy seems to pull it off though (Granted he’s like 3 years old and probably Japanese, where everything is weird) which gives me a little hope for the loser.
Wish me luck all!!
Joel Out.