Greeting Ladies and Genitals! Time again to dig into Sam’s Male Bag. This week’s letter doesn’t have anything to do with music really, unless you wanna go into some snoozy discourse about body image in popular culture. I certainly don’t. I just wanna finish this off so I can get back to eating pickles and watching Foxsports news. Our troubled soul this time is a gent called Bongo. Obviously some kind of Beatnik.
Hello Sam.
I’m keen to lose weight (for my lady) but maintain my Herculean intake of Golden Ale, red wine and triple brie.
You seem to be doing well without more than a day in the nets or on the field every week.
How do you do it?
Bongo
What can I say Bongo, old bean? Some folks got it, some folks ain’t!
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