You Can’t Flex Fat > Ron Harris
Randy strolled over from the locker room, a huge grin on his face. Either he had scored with Japanese twins last night or he had some other smashing success to report. “200 pounds! I’m 200 pounds on the dime! Soon I’ll be 220 like you, Ron!” This charade had gone on long enough. I hated to be the one to burst my young charge’s bubble, but I had to put an end to this before it got out of hand.
