Wrongo Dongo

I get lots of junk mail, mostly credit card applications, but since I started stuffing the return envelopes with oatmeal and sending it back with all their plastic propaganda, they have slowed down. I think the oats are a nice gesture for their equally kind gesture of an amazing credit card. Chula thought I was going to get hauled away by the feds. Or sent back to Gitmo. Anyway, this arrived today. I wonder if Fausto could go in my place. Lately, the core workouts consist of wine and cheese followed by intervals of fatty meat and beer.