Walking through the mall with Casey tonight and he’s talking about working and bench-pressing and all that. He suddenly grabs me around the waist, picks me up, and says, “Yeah, I’d say you’re about 110.”
Well he knows for a fact that I am currently 126 and NOT happy about it. I roll my eyes and quip, “Yeah, one-ten plus sixteen.”
He puts me back down and says casually, “110, exactly.”
A+!
