C'mon, I'm just a crippled up old man 10 years past expiration.
I've pretty much been in solitary confinement for a year. I helped out a tattooied 34 y/o today. I guess what she has is called a "sleeve."
Like I told Big D, she's my size, 6', 240lbs. We could share cloths, but my tee shirts would be getting stretched out about a foot higher than they're used to.
I might not look so good in yoga pants at this point, but they'd fit.