‘sup, broheims? I turn 39 today. Real 39, not fake 39 like some people.
Also, Mrs. Caruthers is pregnant enough that I feel safe saying so. Keep us and Li’l Caruthers in your prayers.
So since it’s my birthday and I’m in a good mood, I’m going to skimp even more than usual on verbage and just do a ton of pictures.
Yoga is a sex cult.
I don’t know how she works out with shorts that tight, but I’m willing to spend countless hours researching it until I get to the bottom of that mystery.
This isn’t – strictly speaking a fitness image. It does feature athletic socks and raise testosterone levels, however. Also there’s a bunz and oven joke to be made here.
Again, countless hours of research to get to the bottom.
I’ve got 10 months to get myself able to do this.
There’s a koch near her butt.
Interesting sports bra.
*makes plans to visit safer parts of Messico*
This one is not for everyone, but I like it. That glance over the shoulder is saucy.
Dirty ballet quads.
And that’ll do it for this week. Have an excellent Monday, folks.
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