They are literally the softest people Iāve ever encountered. Minimal muscle mass, no physical activity* (except hookers and blow in Dubai and regular rape of their slave Filipino housemaids), a spoiled, sedentary lifestyle and a ridiculously high carb diet means they look like a bunch of effeminate hairy babies. With towels on their heads.
*Watching falconry and camel racing is not a physical activity. They do not even watch football (soccer) in Saudi despite forking out billions for stars well past their prime.
Iāve disliked almost every lacrosse player Iāve ever met. It was pretty much a rich kid sport when I was in high school, and for the worst kind of rich kids. You donāt seem so bad though, haha.
Yeah, for camel racing. But setting up any āsportingā event requires a ton of slaveā¦ I mean hired help. I had the misfortune to attend a āfalcon huntā and it turns one into a Bakunin or a Malatesta real fast. The pampered bird is kept in a special cage with AC and fed prime cuts of wild game flown in by a private jet from France.
Hundreds of Indians and Pakistanis set up strategically placed tents with ACs and the unluckiest ones have to wade across the desert before daybreak to release rodents before the actual āsporting eventā begins.
After a few hours the 300 pound āathleteā and his entourage appear in specially modified supercars, spend an hour gorging on what is basically pure sugar in the AC tent before the āathleteā summons the strength to extend a gloved hand (even that with Indian the help of Indian servants) from which the falcon sets out hunting rodents.
After then hunt is complete - and that happens really fast - itās time to for the entire entourage to drive really, really slow across the nearest town to receive props from other obese, effeminate men in similar supercars.
And then the oil executive from Texas is absolutely smitten by the spectacle of these obese fucks, I mean āfreedom loving peopleā of Saudi Arabia who are āattached to the vast expanse of the desertā and ākeep their martial traditions aliveā.
And another thing, camel beauty pageants with their botox/plastic surgeries are creepy as fuck.
Youāre not wrong. I was the poor kid in a rich town, but wanted to play because of Stifler in American Pie, and there was a girl I wanted to impress. So I sold the rich kids weed and bought used equipment. Still cost $300 though.
Team sports suck - thatās one of the reasons I like lifting.
Iāve been doing a lot of ātrashā youtube fitness workout videos.
Theyāre not great for reaching performance or aesthetic goals but they are fun and great cardio.
Unless the workout includes dangerous movements or you choose something thatās inappropriate for you skill level/condition, theyāre perfectly good for getting movement in
Iāve been to a lot of kids birthday parties the past few years.
They have these bounce places now. Big warehouse type buildings filled with every type of variation of trampoline you can imagine.
One of those would be the perfect place for a giant adult gonzo bash. Keg stations everywhere. Well drink stations interspersed. Everybody else- anything goes- mdma, shrooms, lsd, booger sugar or what ever else.
Strobes, lasers, music, starts at 11:00, ends when ever.
I used to be friends with a bar owner in Orlando. When it closed at 2 am, doors were locked and an 18 foot line was cut down the bar. When that was done, we all left. We called it the Florida hourglass.
