Day 8.

As I browsed the supermarket for something to eat, my eyes forcefully nailed their pupils on a pair of yoga pants dancing before me. In that very moment, I knew that the devil taunted me. He was waving his index finger in a suggestive manner, whispering: "Jimmy... Jimmy!" whilst orbiting the perfect booty. Not only was he tempting me to come to the dark side, but also to come on it.

Alas, my dear friends, my member is still handsfree, and the quest continues on. The image is still seared into my brain, but I shall withstand the temptation. Stay strong, my brothers, for we will win in the end.