My obnoxious old hippy housemate has just come back. I told him about doing a work out that left me with lots of acidic build up in my legs

and he promptly lectured me on my eating habits.

Apparantly I stuff myself with junk food all the time.

Well, thanks Jeff. I guess all those stews and boiled vegatables really are taking their tole arn't they?

He's a nice enough man - exept when he's being a condesending, arrogant know-it-all.

Oh shhhh You know in yourself that you're doing fine. Who cares what stupid Jeff thinks??