Disappointing

Let it be known, when you are on a stupid fucking diet, you do not go and eat at Caddalic Bar, Buffalo Wild Wings, T.G.I.F., or Woodrows. It makes perfect sense for Lloyd and Mike D to stay at home, eat iceburg lettuce, drink water, and do jumping jacks until this birdbrained bet ends. But not them, not these guys. These fucking guys hang out at all the super hip, super greasy parts of town, stuffing their faces while blabbing about how they are not eating the food at the places they visit. Then why fucking go? Don't give your team members the same 'ol shit, "but all I had was vodka and water and celery sticks." It doesn't matter, they don't want to hear it. You are letting your teams down and you fucking know it.

A lot of people are starting to get really pissed. You've asked for their support, they gave it to you, and now your reckless behavior is becoming a concern. Go ahead, lie to yourself and your team. Tell yourself that it's just fine if you just gobble up that last quesadilla. Wolf down that last fried green bean. Wash it down with a "light" beer, who fucking cares? You obviously don't. Diet? Sounds like you can eat what you want, pathetic.

Have fun this weekend eating your 96 oz. steak, losers.



Nothing inspiring about today, very disappointing.