Whoa

This morning I found myself face to face with Jenny Barringer in Central Park.
It's a small, small world. And that's why you shouldn't talk shit about people on the internet. Lucky for me, nobody reads this or it could have been awkward.

But just in case, I'd like to cover my tracks and get back on her good side by saying, she looked really good. Like, really, really good. Super good. She is fit like a MF'er.

There, now we can be friends, and possibly more should the marriage thing not work out.