I just returned from Australia four hours ago. The place was memorable! Superb beaches, azure skies, delicious women, and Zunic!

Err… what??

My aussie mates took me to a wellness place that offered a system of fat burning. The chided me how lousy my gut looked. It dangled over my $800 Hermes belt like sad blubber. But no sweat they said. For $100, I can burn off an inch with Zunic.

What the hell. With 12 hours before my return flight to CA, why not? And if it works, the $100 wouldn’t have been wasted on a large Dominos pizza that would have swollen my gut further.

The sexy therapist looked like she’s been Zunicing all her life. Not an inch of fat on her body. If I looked 1/10th as good as her, my social life would be glowing better than the dull candle stick it is right now.

So I fell asleep while she got me through the paces.

And I woke up. Man, my gut was red and sore– but… wow! I really did lose a big chunk. Proof? I had to tighten my belt a notch.

Looks like Im definitely coming back for this. Both for the Zunic and the therapist!