Wow, nice topic TC. Reading through the posts got me thinking, perhaps it is not about doing something loopy for attention or outright unlawful, but about doing something that a T-man would do. Ya remember TCs A-dog column on WWTD, don’t ya? If not read it.
My thoughts is that to make change happen anywhere (almost anywhere) you have to go against the grain or be a T-man in someway. I am sick and tired of making other people money at work, ya know go in, do killer work and the company reaps the major profits. Well, shit- I’m just going to take things in my own hands. Slowly but surely I will change the accounting records (computers are easy to fix), change some minor aspects of the banking depositing routes, open a phantom account and take what is rightfully mine. Also, I will whenever on company related business trips expense the “massage girls” and mandatory “business meetings”. As a real T-man, I will bang whever I want to and not be sorry to anyone for it. Further I will train at the time of day best for my body and not at the time dictaed by a work schedule. Also, afetr I leave this job, I will find the right, hot, sugar mama to support my liferstyle and beckon to my deviance. Just a thought.
TC, what if, and this is purely hypothetical, 'cause I haven’t worked out the “details” yet, but what if, a pair of signed, match worn, unwashed panties showed up in the mail for 'ya. I just hope “Anna Kournikova” fits on a size 3 thong. The ball’s in your court, so to speak.
Last year, I was in a play called “The Eight Reindeer Monologues”. If you like your Christmas images un-warped, never go see this show. Vixen is a reindeer slut, Santa is a pervert who tries to nail anything that doesn’t move (including Vixen and Rudolph), Cupid is flamingly gay, another deer is a Carhart-wearing lesbo, Mrs. Claus is an overweight drunk who comes on to all the reindeer - you get the idea.
Anyway, I played Comet, a bad-boy-biker reformed by Santa into a Christmas Nazi. My costume consisted of leather boots, jeans, leather vest, one of my Testosterone T-shirts and antlers. Yes, I said antlers.
Someone took pictures - I’ll try to see if they had any of me. If we do the show again, I’ll make sure to forward some shots.
Oh shit, your going to make me do it. There are ( I’m told ) a number of gay leather bars in Toronto. I’ll go into a gay leather bar wearing a black leather speedo with the writting Testosterone on my prominent buldge. I’ll go in all oiled and flexed up. I’ll buy all the queers at the bar a drink and video tape the whole thing. And if one bitch touches me he’s dead meat ! Long live manhood
when college football season starts i could run on the field during a big ESPN televised game with just a thong and t-mag.com written all over my body.
I’d consider performing the TC’s infamous panty bin diving routine - and of course, “As I breach the surface, I propel myself high above the sea of panties like some great whale and land on my back, only to sink back into all that silky glory.”
Shit Chris, no speedo, I not going into no gay leather bar just wearing a testosterone t- shirt. Hell you don’t want a video of me doing my beautiful wife, she gets off and your not interested? Well I have to think this one over on the weekend… Y’no a couple of green peacers scaled then CN tower a few weeks back and stuck a logo up on the side of the tower about 1000 feet up, let me mull this one over,back atcha BC
No speedos!?! No problem…I’m more comfortable walking aroung Manhattan in the nude anyway…seriously though…Shit, just TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT!!! I’d pretty much do anything for a jacket. I’m not joking!!!
Michelle, how about you gather your friends together (NOT the lesbian rugby players) and get naked. Then each of you can paint a letter on some part of your body. Once in a uniform line, it would of course spell Testosterone. If not, just send me the naked pics.
…I may not have much time here…typing from a public library…am on the run…Indiana wants me, Lord I can’t go back there…travelig down this dusty, 3rd world road…you see, I broke into a high security lab, mated with Dolly the cloned sheep~I think she’s pregnant…I wanted to do something~to Rock this Nation, to get the vaunted…T-Mag Jacket~inscribed “RedKarate” in Blood-Red letters, maybe even from the blood of my enemies~who foolishly thought they could taint my taint with their prison seed, when I’m caught…I don’t know how many decades I’ll have to pay for my crimes…I just want THE JACKET waiting for me when I’m paroled…and when the law enforcement agents surround me, I’ll give up peacefully lying on my face, on the floor with my hands behind me, like I always see on “Cops” ; as they are the good guys, and and I don’t want to harm then…but for now, I’ll get on my Bad Motor Scooter and RIDDDDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
TC — I’ve been lagging a little behind in my strength gains lately and my buddy and I are having a competition to see who can hit a 275 8 rep-max BP first. So I offer to do that, plus 8 chinups at 275 (using attached weight if necessary). So, thats my functional strength goal and the other is to gain 25lbs of lean muscle in that same time frame. I have documentation in my log journals of my current weight, workout #'s and I can mini-DV the whole thing. Let me know if thats good enough for a jacket.
I’ll be DC in a week. Wonder George W. would pose for a pic with me with my T-mag shirt on. Then again a guy in a T-rone shirt might get jumped by the secret service. Everyone knows how 'dangerous" that T stuff is!!!
Coupla other ideas…If you can guarantee I’d win, I’ll buy ten of your T-mag shirts and have ten strippers wear them and do a simultaneous table dance–for each other. I’ll capture it in a photo.
OR, I’ll salt “Legalize Testosterone” into the lawn of our State Capitol.
guys, I just came up with the best thing yet!!!
I will grab a guy friend of mine, and two girls. We will go to Las Vegas and have a photo shoot in the middle of the street in our underwear!!! we will stop traffic and promote fitness!
oh fuck, thats been done before
