The little bloke does his full regime of calisthenics each day to ensure that he is as fit and healthy as he is handsome.
So there I was, arm hooked up to the machine, watching my plasma swirl away into a bag while the morning news dribbled across the screen like a bad fever dream. And what were they showing? A "riot" in Melbourne, allegedly. The sort of riot where the real thugs wear body armour, carry pepper spray and look like they just walked off the set of RoboCop. The people they were beating? A ragtag crew of teenagers and old hippies—probably fresh out of a drum circle, still smelling of patchouli. But sure, let's call it a riot. Now, here's where it really gets good. I mentioned this spectacle to a few people later, thinking maybe they'd share my outrage or, at the very least, give a damn. But no. What did I get instead? A smirk, a chuckle, and—oh, the pièce de résistance—"You should really just let it go." Let it go? Yeah, let me uncork a nice, overpriced cup of coffee, sit back with my legs crossed, and soak in the latest reality TV trash. Why bother caring when ...
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My sound is messed up, I'll have to watch it on BB's computer and see if there is sound!
Management material!
Tash, he might have been cute before people started punching him in the head for a living.
It is funny how all over the world, babies induce people to making the same noises and sounds!
Miles, Gabe Kaplan, renowned pothead. Say it ain’t so Mr Kotter!
I will strongly advise him against management as a career option. It is a mug’s game!
Blognote, a superstar!
April, he does love his exercises.
Priyanka, the thing with Ezra is that just about anything makes him smile. He is very generous in that regard.