And that is how it’s done. A bit of a foray into the personal life of @The_Myth without revealing much detail. Yet I was drawn into every verse, anticipating the next delivery of mental painting a true master of verbiage can deliver.
Or in the language of the melinneials… cool story bro.
When I went to Sabin, which was way fucking Ghezzeto, we always fuzucked with the lazanguage.
Most of my frizends were blazack, and wezee chazanged ezverythizing to mazake isit fuzucked uzup.
Guess you missed out on that in Beazverseton.
Guess you also missed out on getting your lunch money taken away, getting assaulted in the bathrooms, and getting your ass kicked because you’re white.
How tall were you in first grade? Because I was in the lunch room with eighth graders when I was in first grade.
So, when you are seven, have a six foot, 190 pound black man, and it was a man, tell you to give him your lunch money, when you are seven, how’s that for messed up?
I’m benching in a bench that’s way too low, using a pair of squat stands that pretty much look like they’re going to fall apart any second. Not to mention the fact that the barbell’s collars are so smooth that it’s pretty much impossible to use them without lockjaw collars unless you want the plates sliding off the bar.
I gotta say, this feels not safe in the slightest yet somehow, I can’t give a rat’s ass. If I died as a result of being stapled to the bench by 185, then so be it. Probably deserve the death.
Quick question for you young 'uns: I follow my gym on Insta. A few women who I recognize from the gym are “recommended” by IG. Do I need to ask them irl if it’s ok to follow them?
I have no idea if any guys from my gym are recommended because all the profile pics are cartoon characters and shit.