I may have a thing for Tommy Shelby, the fictional 1920s Birmingham gangster from the show Peaky Blinders. Not the actor Cillian Murphy, mind you. Just the character. Like... yeah. It's bad. I only allow myself to watch the show when I'm on the treadmill because Tommy Shelby is basically my carrot on a string.
Me: I just burned five hundred calories. And watched another episode of Peaky Blinders.
Hubs: Wow. And then did you rub one out?
Me: I mean...
Hubs: Were you even on the treadmill?
Me: All I said was I burned five hundred calories.