Personally speaking, if they're attractive enough I don't care if they drink Pabst's Blue Ribbon!
And having tried the love me for my mind route for years to no avail I am eagerly awaiting when all the hours logged in at the gym pay and all people see is a slab of beef. (yes, it's vain I know but crunches are boring and I've got to have some fantasy running through my mind to keep me motivated)
Maybe I should start jogging in my underwear as these two exemplified by these to sport enthusiasts?
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