AWWWWWWWWWW HELLL YEAH. Fuckin’ yeah bitch ass mofo I’m back, I actually have some free time to post. I missed you, my beloved T-freque family, especially mah main ring-o-deltards (you know who you is). Aight, let us get to our Monkeyboy update. Camp is going well and the little bast…uh, brat…uh…guys love me. I’m still running around and swinging from things like a psychotic primate while everyone looks on in a combination of horror and amusement. Some other staff members at camp find the fact that I have monkey tattoos odd and silly, and so I am thinking of removing them. The staff members I mean. I love my tats, hell, I’ve named them. I’m conjuring up odd and elaborate tortures for the staff members, each more painful then the next. Ah, life is…well something. I’m in my second week of Convergent Phase Training and cannot stress the overall kickassitude of this program. I’ve been using Dumbell Cleans for one of the core exercises and it’s just about the sickest maneuver I’ve ever completed, it taxes the entire body like it were NY state on an audit spree. I’m able to get my protein in every 2-3 hours at camp through virtue of my own guile and ingenuity (i.e. protein bars and drinks). I suppose that would be all for now. Oh, I did just this past week break up with my girlfriend, so if any vixens in the NYC area are interested in someone who can eloquently covey the workings of his own diseased mind, please hesitate not. I go now.
“MB Eric: All my people in tha back say “ho” since 1441.”
-Eric