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When I was about 8, I was watching my mom mow the yard. It was the first mowing of the season, and the grass was thick, so she was working at it. And, yes, this was a push mower; NOBODY had riding mowers back then.

She came in, dripping sweat, and saw me looking out the window. She asked me what I was watching, and I said, "You, mowing the yard. I'm watching your thigh muscles jiggle."

She laughed, and said, "Oh, honey, that's not muscle, that's flab!"

Yeah, I got the same flabby thighs. :lau
 
When I was about 8, I was watching my mom mow the yard. It was the first mowing of the season, and the grass was thick, so she was working at it. And, yes, this was a push mower; NOBODY had riding mowers back then.

She came in, dripping sweat, and saw me looking out the window. She asked me what I was watching, and I said, "You, mowing the yard. I'm watching your thigh muscles jiggle."

She laughed, and said, "Oh, honey, that's not muscle, that's flab!"

Yeah, I got the same flabby thighs. :lau
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