::Max. Just gives up at this point at trying to explain the innermost core of his muscular being. Char just doesn't get it. Maybe some day.::
Yes, Char, I am gay. Gay for you.
Unless you've got somethin' you want to get off your chest, I got what I need said said. ::Max bent down (with his knees, as he should, dear reader) to pick up the Sonny-Mo-esque weights from the ground where he'd left them when he knelt down to be punched, then jerked his head off to the side at a bunch of charts along a wall. One of them in particular was clearly marked, in Max's large, rather unrefined handwriting 'CHAR'::
You really do not understand the deep-seated compulsion Max has to DO THINGS TO HELP, do you, Char?
Yes, Char, I am gay. Gay for you.Unless you've got somethin' you want to get off your chest, I got what I need said said. ::Max bent down (with his knees, as he should, dear reader) to pick up the Sonny-Mo-esque weights from the ground where he'd left them when he knelt down to be punched, then jerked his head off to the side at a bunch of charts along a wall. One of them in particular was clearly marked, in Max's large, rather unrefined handwriting 'CHAR'::
Today's your shoulders/back/core day.