Goose [pen] bee [wax] and calf [parchment] govern the world. [Lat., Anser, apie, vitellus, populus et regna gubernant.]
I always get made fun of by my teammates for my huge calves, but I'm like, 'they make me strong and fast!'
I had a turbulent relationship with my calves, but I love them now because I realize that they were never the problem.
I definitely would not need to insure my calves.
I would have to say my earthy sensuality - although I should point out that the backs of my calves are exemplary and my upper inner thigh is a delight.
Everyone makes fun of my calves. They are so big. I don't really even like them, I don't really want them as big as they are, but I have no choice.
I remember Googling operations to make my calves slimmer, and I ate only ham for a week to try and become skinny.
Avoid any exercise that is quad-centric. None of my clients come to me because she wants bulkier quads - you aren't fitting into your skinny jeans with those!
If a steer is more than four or five months old, he's too big to wrestle.
