Forget diets... Forget the gym... Forget everything you knew about losing weight... Every aspect of shagging burns calories. And this book tells you how many calories each position will burn*. So get this book, get shagging and get slim! * Only aids weight loss as part of a calorie-controlled diet.
Summer is a comin’. This means war. Mind over mutton. Drastic measures need to be undertaken, and I don’t just mean the Bridget Jones girdle guard (which, in any case doesn’t fit me anymore. As I found out last week when I put it on but couldn’t take it off. At least not without the intervention of a fire brigade). (Well, so what. How many fires do you think they put out at any given time anyway? Its more like a tree kitten rescue job. Trust me, they welcome my sort of problems).
NEhow, on the one hand, theres Jenny Craig. And, whos to say a little ketosis isn’t good for you. (especially the morning after the night before. Why would I want to remember, when I could be floating in a state of alternated reality). On the other hand, though, theres ‘shag yourself slim’. Decisions decisions. I’m weighing this. Thinking it through from all possible angles. As if. Shag-a-delic, baaaaby.
Now, I normally wouldn’t, not at all, but considering how hard I’ll be working very soon, no harm in indulging in a few jammy dodgers. And a Victoria sponge. What the hell, I’ll just balance out with some savoury: dorritos with salasa. After all, I can afford to munch while I read, because, very soon I’m going to be shagging myself all the way slim. Phoar.
Right then, lets see how this thing is done. Obviously I’ve been missing a few tricks, but this is now going to be rectified, in the most delightful way. Here follows verbatim extract from guru gospel, a little too much from a male perspective, but I can relate:
Drinking five pints of lager to build up the courage to ask her out in the first place
+500 calories
Holding your stomach in while walking to her
-40calories
Running away from her boyfriend
-80 calories
Realising you’re lower middle class, middle aged and slightly ugly
-10 calories
Resort to choking your chicken under the duvet without making any visible movement or noise
-100 calories
Asking various women how much they charge before finding an actual prozzie
-20 calories
Stopping halfway through to see if you have enough cash to touch both nipples:
-20 calories
Persuading her you got the wrong hole by accident, but now you’re there...
-10 calories
Washing your nob, duvet and pillow cases at least twice...
-20 calories
Persuading her to piss on you
-2 calories
Pissing on your partner in return
-2 calories
Running after your angry partner who thought you were only kidding
-100 calories
Having a big fry up the next morning when you sober up
+500 calories
Walking to the clap clinic
-20 calories.
Verdict: Holy hell. I’m fatter than ever, AND, I’ve got the clap. Clearly, I can't afford to ever shag again.
I forgot I had this stored on my Audible from back when COVID lockdowns were a thing, and for a 38-minute listen in the last weeks of 2024 I may as well add it to my reading challenge.
Well... listened challenge for this specific book.
It's a funny one to listen to (or read) as some of the things that are said come out way out of left field and are unexpected. It's presented like a recipe book with humour mixed in with it. It's not a book to take seriously or to action into your New Year's resolutions but rather a light-hearted bit of adult humour.
If you ever need a pick-me-up or something to laugh at, this could be one to listen to/read. At times, I was wiping tears away from laughing too hard. Then again, that could just simply be a sign of my immaturity.