Well, lookee what we got here… it’s Joelly-Joel and the Hunky Bunch.
You muthafuckas keep rubbing my face in it and I’ll make you eat my nine.
One word: Pimps.
A content monkey.
John: “Alright, Joel. ‘Deez Nuts’ on three, ready? One, two… snap”
Crazy bastards
No strippers; but plenty moosemeat
And one sad omelet
Just for the record…
-When Roman said that there were “certainly no litte blonde chicks with cute accents,” he was completely truthful. She way too hot to only be described in one sentence.
-Yes, Roman and I make the pink sunglasses look damn good, especially since you can’t see the sales tags on them or the odd looks from onlookers in the store.
-Shut up, Merrow.
When you’re Roman, you can get away with anything, including curling in the power rack. Note: this is a joke; newbies should not try this at home or else Sully might devour them in their entirety.
A funky monkey eats a funky omelet while showing off his funky tattoos to their funky designer, Patricia.
I smile and a wink for the ladies (even though none were present for the entire weekend:)) during snatch grip deads.
Funky
looks like fun guys, nice poundage
I’m glad I missed the posedown. F’n bodybuilders! LOL
Zev’s sister is hot.
I miss my monkey butler.
Cressey can suck it.
Sully,
That wasn’t the posedown; you want the real deal? Anyone? Bueller?
The Surge was tasty, Zev’s CD was blasting Wu Tang and Rage, and there were moose meat sloppy joes awaiting at EC’s. Not much else for Da Joel to do except bust a move. Letters.
“Even when bloated from SURGE, we still be thinkin’ bout tha hoes on the forum ;)” -EC, JM, JR
MBE brings a distinct Renegade flavor to the gym with some pushups on his knuckles.
Roman and Cressey
Pimp Daddies in disguise
But they’re in Maine
Saw the pics already, spare me the second viewing. hehehe