I mean the little feller works out with the same weight that I, uh, well, you know, uh, shit, you know what I mean.
I hear ya--I'm lifting approx. the same weight when I pull it out of my pants.
Mayor, don't get overconfident! If I figure this correctly, your gonads are right at HIS power punching level! One uppercut and you'd have lumps behind your ears!
Better to get down on your knees than to risk the Jewels of Mitchieville!
A bit of advice from an old scrapper. 
Damn, right you are, dmorris. That little effer would use my pills like speed bags.
Thanks for the advice.
He dances too, oh shit, no, lol 
It's more of a little jig...
He can lift 1.5kg? That's 1/6 of his body weight. Big deal. When I was lifting at the same age I could bench 300lbs. That was over 150% of my body weight at the time.
Not impressed.
What's with the hair? Isn't being a dwarf enough to get attention?
If I could bench 80lbs, I'd be so happy.
Mayor,
the dwarf pic reminds of a joke I heard once...I'll use an economy of words.
This guy and a nasty little dwarf walked into a bar one day, and the guy looked all bummed out.
The bartender asked him what was the matter.
The poor guy said that he had found a bottle with a genie in it, and she had given him three damn wishes.
The bartender ask him what did he wish for, and the guy said his first wish was for a lot of money.
When the guy showed him a wallet full of money and a checking account with a million dollars in it, the bartender was astonished by this guy's good fortune.
In the mean time, the dwarf demanded a drink, but then spit it out all over the bar and called him a basturd, and used more foul language about his liquor and his service.
The bartender then ask the guy what had been his second wish.
The dude said he had asked for a bad ass car, and he pointed to a bad ass car parked just outside the door.
The bartender just shook his head with envy.
Now, the dwarf was cussing the other customers and starting a fight.
Finally, the bartender had to know what his third wish had been, and the poor guy said, "I wished I had a three foot prick."
lol--That's a lovely little story.
Don't mind if I steal it.
Hey, here's some genie/wishing advice. Wishing for money should be handled like this, "Mr. Genie, I want to be able to always pay the exact amount with appropriate tip."
That way when the check comes, all you do is stick you hand in your pocket and pull out exactly what you need. Works for a car, boat, or a club sandwich. And you never run out of money.
Remember that the next time that you are faced with a genie and your wishes. It worked for me and it can for you, too.
That is some good advice there, Two Dogs. What would someone who doesn't tip wich for?
"For the record, my cats have buried bigger *surprises* than this guy."
Hell, when i owned a boa I fed the sucker bigger things than that.
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