[quote]lawsonsamuels wrote:
you also left out the part about being a douche and a pedo, but we all kind of knew that. [/quote]
Ouch!!! You know I’m self conscious about being a douche you asshole!!!
I am a proud proud pedo though!! Any lil kids want some candy??? =)
[quote]AndrewG909 wrote:
[quote]lawsonsamuels wrote:
you also left out the part about being a douche and a pedo, but we all kind of knew that. [/quote]
Ouch!!! You know I’m self conscious about being a douche you asshole!!!
I am a proud proud pedo though!! Any lil kids want some candy??? =)[/quote]
get your van out of the shop yet and that extra crawlspace built in to the spare bedroom?
My Cuban friend told me about it.
I’m stalking Yo Mamma…
Wait, if we tell her, will it still be stalking?
fergit I said that…
[quote]nomorewar wrote:
I didn’t find T-Nation.T-Nation found me.[/quote]
^This. I like your style. Could be said to be true for all of us eh?
She walked up the mountain trail with me, albeit a couple paces behind and less coordinated… weighed down by the “picnic” she insisted on bringing… damned if I was going to carry that shit. I reached the top and sat, looking over the expanses of san diego county that stretched westward, breathing deep the pungent spring that washes the hills in green, if only for a couple weeks . Inbetween long draws off of her CamelBack, she said:
“I’ve never worked so hard to sit in dirt in all my life! Why wouldn’t you stop for me or help me with our picnic? I hope PB&J is ok with you, I’m not really hungry right now, maybe you could eat my sandwich too? I just want some carrot sticks. Why aren’t you talking to me? Are you ok? Are you mad at me? You haven’t said anything for 20 minutes…”
She busied herself in the backpack, idly handing me sandwiches without looking up. I took one and chucked it like a hatchet off the side of the mountain, waited a couple beats, then grinned as I heard it pile into the cluster of Chapparal below.
She was up on her knees now, refusing to sit in the dirt. One hand feeding her mouth with carrots, the other hand at the ready with her camelback tube to wash it down. She looked ridiculous. Like if you stirred together a rabbit and a basketball cheerleader sitting just outside the baseline, being sure to not move for a free throw.
Vapid
Shallow
Grating
Confused
Looking at me like a puppy… A puppy with carrot in her teeth and a floppy hat on her head.
I wanted to bring her to this spot so she could appreciate the landscape, so she could take in and understand what made me tick a little better, and so I could bang her outdoors on a mountaintop and to hear her throws of ecstasy ring in echos off the rocks and trees.
I was disgusted. Bored. Annoyed.
None of what I had planned was going to take place and I still had a good two hour hike back down this motherfucking mountain with someone I didn’t want to talk to again, much less spend time with.
We walked.
She talked.
I grunted and mmmmmhmmm’d my way back to my truck.
Shuttled her home.
Got some legitimate food from a Mexican spot down the street from my house, made a decision to drop that girl.
Then there was this time I saw MAG-10 at a supplement store. I bought it, and found T-Nation by trying to find the right avenue to complain about the taste.
Man that shit was nasty. Remember? Of course you do.
How those two stories relate I have no clue. Just thought you’d like to know them both.
I was traveling the US, when in Pennsylvania they told me there was the oldest transvestite bar in the world which every backpacker should drop by. Cool place, lots of horny tourist chicks, party 24/7. So why not…
I wasn’t expecting a gay party, so as I was drinking up and complaining “why there’s not a single girl in this queer etablissment”, some sleezy patron told me I could try, “beer goggles”, and see for myself where it might lead. “It sure works for these kids”, he pointed at some completely hammered loser duo, doing the nasty in a sweaty backroom.
I wish I’d forget it but the sight cannot be unseen: a blonde stripper wig under a strange men’s hat. His lover -the active one- was breathing heavily and I think they were screaming about Halo and how “she” is the sweetest thing and he’ll fuck her “six ways from Sunday”.
Anyway, “no, thanks” I hastily added. A few minutes later, as I was paying the shamale waiter, I saw the passionate couple crawl to the main room and collapse exhausted on a pink sofa. The “blonde” was already asleep while shitfaced Bromeo was slipping a note with his phone number under the hat, his trembling hands dripping with something my simple and honest mind could only fathom as cream gravy.
The card fell on the pavement, right next to me.
I don’t know why, but I picked it up and read:
“If you ever want to see me again …” followed by the number.
Out of pity I suppose, I tore the lower half off, because only tragedy would follow this call.
Then, some new group came in, big, muscular guys. They were well known judging from the friendly reactions.
One enormous black dude screamed across the floor, with a pitch Mike Tyson would find irratatingly high: “guess which girl achieved rank 4 on T-Nation and wants his apres-training cosmopolitan with extra special protein?”
Out of some strange instinct I took the pen that the waiter gave me and filled the free space under the first line with what I just heard.
Later I checked for this “T-Nation” , and to my astonishment, except the 2009ers it’s not that gay! And the training info is nice and useful.
lol
wow @ the last 2 responses!
[quote]Schwarzfahrer wrote:
I was traveling the US, when in Pennsylvania they told me there was the oldest transvestite bar in the world which every backpacker should drop by. Cool place, lots of horny tourist chicks, party 24/7. So why not…
I wasn’t expecting a gay party, so as I was drinking up and complaining “why there’s not a single girl in this queer etablissment”, some sleezy patron told me I could try, “beer goggles”, and see for myself where it might lead. “It sure works for these kids”, he pointed at some completely hammered loser duo, doing the nasty in a sweaty backroom.
I wish I’d forget it but the sight cannot be unseen: a blonde stripper wig under a strange men’s hat. His lover -the active one- was breathing heavily and I think they were screaming about Halo and how “she” is the sweetest thing and he’ll fuck her “six ways from Sunday”.
Anyway, “no, thanks” I hastily added. A few minutes later, as I was paying the shamale waiter, I saw the passionate couple crawl to the main room and collapse exhausted on a pink sofa. The “blonde” was already asleep while shitfaced Bromeo was slipping a note with his phone number under the hat, his trembling hands dripping with something my simple and honest mind could only fathom as cream gravy.
The card fell on the pavement, right next to me.
I don’t know why, but I picked it up and read:
“If you ever want to see me again …” followed by the number.
Out of pity I suppose, I tore the lower half off, because only tragedy would follow this call.
Then, some new group came in, big, muscular guys. They were well known judging from the friendly reactions.
One enormous black dude screamed across the floor, with a pitch Mike Tyson would find irratatingly high: “guess which girl achieved rank 4 on T-Nation and wants his apres-training cosmopolitan with extra special protein?”
Out of some strange instinct I took the pen that the waiter gave me and filled the free space under the first line with what I just heard.
Later I checked for this “T-Nation” , and to my astonishment, except the 2009ers it’s not that gay! And the training info is nice and useful. [/quote]
eff this whisper down the alley shit man!
Chad Waterbury’s Huge in a Hurry
junior year of high school i was 145lbs and trying to get “ripped” I ran 7 miles every day thinking that would take me from skinny fat to ripped. I was looking for a fat loss supp online and came across HOT-ROX on another website. When i did some research on HOT-ROX i ordered it off this site. I started reading the articles on the site and realized I was doing everything wrong. I started lifting regularly and 70lbs later i couldnt be happier i found the site. I never even used the HOT-ROX, by the time they came I had read enough to know it wasnt what i needed.
My trainer sent me a link to an article by Shugart about doing complexes for cardio. After I read the article, I started searching the site and here I am, several months later.
[quote]Pootie Tang wrote:
I wonder what happened to that dude? He was gettin real cozy with some big diesel bald black guy. Named Zues, or Xander or something with an X at the beginning of his name. He had “Imma roofy a whiteboy” written all over his face.
Oh well… [/quote]
Thats Xerxes. I hate when he does that. Comes in to the gym the next day to lift still half crocked, smelling like Captain Morgan and tore up white dude.
Don’t ever let him spot you on squats. Ever.
Alwyn Cosgrove, read an article he posted on pros/cons of cardio training vs EPOC, found more articles here, then stayed. Maybe 2005/2006?
Read the “Speed Demons” article in 1999 and have been here ever since.
I got government backing for it.
I typed “MMF” in google search and a thread started by HolyMacaroni popped up…Been hooked ever since.
Some time in the MM2K golden boy aftermath, I tried to find some information on either Dan Duchaine or TC Luoma. That wonderful new thingee called the world wide web showed me the way.
Makkun
The Fahrenheit commercial with Jelena Abbou…joined the f-heit site, took a break, had a baby, then was redirected to this place!
Googled for articles on fixing rotator cuff problems and saw a link for one of Eric Cressey’s articles here.