Back in my day, we didn’t have no fancy meal plans or personal trainers hollerin’ at us through our earphones while we pretended to jog in place at the air-conditioned gym. No sir, our diet plan was simple: eat what you had, and pray your cousin didn’t beat you to the last biscuit.You want to talk about portion control? Try fightin’ your six older brothers for the biggest pork ch...
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