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Getbig Main Boards => Gossip & Opinions => Topic started by: johnnynoname on July 11, 2010, 03:48:57 PM
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this thread is inspired by this quote in the layne norton thread
Layne has made good gains.
Smart guy that he is,he diets for very long periods before a contest.............20-30 weeks.
Good move,most people fold at 12-16 weeks.
Now, I know I've already made the point but I feel that this needs to be discussed further
okay, let me get this straight- he diets hard for 20-30 weeks which means he, probably, doesn't go out at night or parties with crazy sluts and doesn't have wild sex for like 5-7 months
so, explain to me how this is a "good move" again? Roll Eyes
seriously, you have to be a huge dipshit to be a natural bodybuilder
what's the point of doing all the hard work when you can't go out and fuck some crazy hoes?
can someone explain this to me?
is that trophy and the 100 bucks you, might, get as a prize really worth the 6 months of dieting and not getting wild pussy at clubs?
again, I think i'm making a good point here. And I should know- i'm a pretty smart guy....seriously, i'm the smartest guy i know
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trying to be a mass monster is pointless because it requires constant eating and you end up fat and unhealthy
naturals should train for overall fitness and stay lean
bodybuilding is supposed to be part of a healthy lifestyle, both physically and emotionally - the opposite of what it has become
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what's the point of doing all the hard work when you can't go out and fuck some crazy hoes?
can someone explain this to me?
You can do both JNN .
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Layne`s a married man.........the fun is over for him!
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Layne`s a married man.........the fun is over for him!
LOL! Wes, always bringing the wisdom.
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this thread is inspired by this quote in the layne norton thread
Now, I know I've already made the point but I feel that this needs to be discussed further
okay, let me get this straight- he diets hard for 20-30 weeks which means he, probably, doesn't go out at night or parties with crazy sluts and doesn't have wild sex for like 5-7 months
so, explain to me how this is a "good move" again? Roll Eyes
seriously, you have to be a huge dipshit to be a natural bodybuilder
what's the point of doing all the hard work when you can't go out and fuck some crazy hoes?
can someone explain this to me?
is that trophy and the 100 bucks you, might, get as a prize really worth the 6 months of dieting and not getting wild pussy at clubs?
again, I think i'm making a good point here. And I should know- i'm a pretty smart guy....seriously, i'm the smartest guy i know
but you'd sell your booty to a man for a buck. ::)
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nice front.
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but you'd sell your booty to a man for a buck. ::)
(http://tippinthescales.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/fruitcake.jpg)
nice front.
LOL! Try two hundred bucks. And I got the GetBig discount.
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LOL! Try two hundred bucks. And I got the GetBig discount.
Oh shit! I thought I was on my gimmick account, jtsalami.
Well, I guess it's time to kill myself. I always knew things would not end well for me.
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Being a natural bodybuilder these day is being a NFL player back in the 1950's and trying to hang with the pros in the game today. It's just not possible. I'd be a "fitness model" before I ever tried to be a natural bodybuilder. Most natural bodybuilders are lying sacks of shit anyways......including Layne. He may not have done real steroids but he's used everything else under the sun including fat burners and prohormones. He's not natural by any definition. He's in it to make money and make a name for himself. Nothing wrong with that. But he's not some groundbreaking natural bodybuilder. He works hard, supplements, and has a good build. So what? I would never buy his supplements, his books, go to his seminars or really listen to anything the guy says. Plus he's plagued with injuries all the time. He'll be burned out by the time he's 30 if he keeps lifting like he does.
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You'd have to be mentally deficient to try and be a natural bodybuilder, working your ass off for 5 years straight, eating clean, dieting, not eating shit you want to eat like pizza and mcdonald's, then some 19 year old kid joins your gym, starts working out, goes on a cycle and after 2 months is looking like you wish you did...LOL
all that will be left is tears in your eyes as you sip Get HUGE formula from your bodybuilding.com shaker cup..
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You'd have to be mentally deficient to try and be a natural bodybuilder, working your ass off for 5 years straight, eating clean, dieting, not eating shit you want to eat like pizza and mcdonald's, then some 19 year old kid joins your gym, starts working out, goes on a cycle and after 2 months is looking like you wish you did...LOL
all that will be left is tears in your eyes as you sip Get HUGE formula from your bodybuilding.com shaker cup..
:'( :'(
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Bodybuilding is a narcissistic hobby and lifestyle. ...I know rocket science. Seriously, I've known a decent amount of guys over the years that were on the same level as the Situation from Jersey Shore. They would train hard and look swole...but only for the admiration of others. Health was the last thing on their agenda.
I've slowly come to realize as of the past 2 years...after trying to lift and eat big since 15 (I'm 25 now) it's all b.s. and takes a toll on your body. Do some research and find the multiple studies that are out there that you'll tack on a few more quality years to your life if you stay pretty close to your ideal body weight. All the added stress of excess fat and/or muscle on your frame really wreaks havoc on your system over the years.
That is why I think the best health/fitness decision I've made this past year was to join a local LA Boxing. In the 1 hour ...about 4 times a week I get a better work out than going to lift weights everyday. One of the best cardio workouts that has real benefits and you see the results in like 2 weeks. You feel better, quicker ...knowing you're in excellent shape. I still do weights about 2 times a week...but I laugh inside at all the people who are grunting and squinting doing the stack of tricep extensions with the rope like it's some sort of feat. Try instead burpees, bear walks, crab walks ...etc and see who lasts longer.
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You can do both JNN .
i know you did but some of the "natural" guy who compete at my gym are legit retards
these guys are weird. Get this- they don't even take protein powder (I swear to God) because they are afraid that it will mess with their "natural status"
i wish i had made that up but it's true
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He's gets to get up there and leave those 20-30 weeks all up on stage. Go up there and pose his ass off. It's hard work bro. Only the most dedicated are hardcore enough for it. Obviously you can't make the cut bro. lol
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He's gets to get up there and leave those 20-30 weeks all up on stage. Go up there and pose his ass off. It's hard work bro. Only the most dedicated are hardcore enough for it. Obviously you can't make the cut bro. lol
exactly
I'm just a schmuck who likes to go out on Saturday nights and have random 18 year old girls sit on my face- what do i know ;D
btw, please be more creative than replacing the word "girls" with "boys" when you comic geniuses edit and quote the above statement
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More like - bodybuilding is it worth it?
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More like - bodybuilding is it worth it?
Yeah, but not the hardcore idiotic type of shit most act out when they know nothing. I think bodybuilding should be consistent but not ridiculously. It also builds the ego too much in the beginning. Ego is a terrible thing for most people. They can't control it and they make bodybuilders look bad. The guy who have to show their guns in tight shirts... It goes on but we all know the typical asshole. Of course bodybuilding is worth it.
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The guy who have to show their guns in tight shirts...
They don't represent the entire faction, though. And that phenomenon isn't restricted to bodybuilding alone - you'll find tons of newbs / beginners / amateurs in any sport or activity doing similar stuff, like the punks who wear Tap out to show off their interest / "expertise" in MMA (or UFC or whatever it is) and shadowbox in the gym, the people who buy a whole range of needless accessories even before they start taking golfing lessons and so on. Those are the bad apples, giving the whole bunch a bad name / image.
As far as JNN's question goes, I'd say it depends on what the person wants - if someone gets some kind of satisfaction and fulfilment out of lifting and competing naturally (however you define 'natural', which is another topic altogether), no matter how crappy they look onstage, then so be it - at least they are not out there committing crimes or worse. If it makes them give up girls and what not, so what? Most people go through dry spells (including JNN himself, by his own admission), so they may as well do it for a reason that they think is noble or cool. As much fun as girls are, I wouldn't tailor my lifestyle and do or not do things depending solely on whether it will help me score or not.
I personally think it's a waste of time to compete naturally (no steroids, PH or hormones), esp. when you go up against people who juice, but if someone does it, it's no skin off my nose. People do severely underestimate the amount of muscle you can put on naturally - you'll never look anywhere close to a pro, but you can still look jacked enough to set you apart from 99.99% of the population. The problem is, it takes years and years of solid effort, with all the required accessories (diet, game plan, focus etc) on top of that elusive factor which is genetics, that a lot of guys give up after a few months and start juicing, believing that what they built in those few months or years is about as much as they can attain naturally. But as with juicing, naturals go through plateaus that can be broken through - it just takes a lot of time and effort, which most people don't want to invest.
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naturals should be able to do at least 7 good chin-ups
otherwise you`re probably too fat
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Natural competitive bodybuilder here...
My pre-contest diets in the past have ranged anywhere from 25 to 13 weeks out.
I've sworn that from now on I would never do more than 16 weeks (unless doing multiple shows).
Johnny, its a bitch, no its a bitch bitch... especially back when I was in undergrad and I was all into the club scene, 16 weeks was like a whole fucking semester gone by without partying.
There were a few times I was still clubbing even during pre-contest lol, not a lot but I still did it. I never drink (not even in the off-season, just never got into it) so that wasn't a factor, but staying out till like 5 am with friends that wore you down hahaha
Its worth it for sure, especially if you dial it in right - you feel such a great satisfaction once you get there, but its damn hard!
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I think it's worth it. I don't think anyone should question another man's motives? If that's what he feels like his calling is, then that's what he does. I only have a problem with bodybuilding when it starts to interfere with someones life. Other than that, yeah, its probably worth it to him. JNN, not everyone is as sexualized as you, strips for a living and gets all this ass. People have other endeavors besides getting laid every single day. If that endeavor is bodybuilding, so be it. I have given up a HUGE chunk of my life for the program I am in. I don't go out like I used to because I am pretty occupied with my program. Sure, I can quit school, and get laid every day like you might suggest, but seriously, where would that leave me? :-X
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Is this the only getbig thread in existance?..
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Sure, I can quit school, and get laid every day like you might suggest, but seriously, where would that leave me? :-X
you'd be me
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I think natural bodybuilding is about maintaining a healthy lifestyle and looking good naked. Competitive natural bodybuilding is a complete waste of time.
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I think natural bodybuilding is about maintaining a healthy lifestyle and looking good naked. Competitive natural bodybuilding is a complete waste of time.
QFT.
I've been struggling with this notion myself recently. I'll never compete - simply because I don't find the idea of getting up onstage in oil and posing trunks very appealing. But at the same time, I love bodybuilding and lifting weights. Always have done - I simply love working out in a gym. But I stopped using drugs well over a year ago and have no intention ever to go back on them - they fuck up your life and turn you into a different person. You need drugs to compete successfully at the highest levels so for me that's a no-brainer - it ain't gonna happen..
I don't know how much longer I'll be bodybuilding for - if you've watched Bigger, Stronger, Faster you'll remember the old guy training at Golds Gym well into his fifties living out of a camper van and still thinking he was gonna make it. I don't want to be that guy.
Even though I love training I'm not sure how much longer I can do this naturally for either though - there are already guys in my gym in their mid forties who are still going on about competing when they've never entered a contest in their lives and you know they'll never do it. It's depressing and I'm 33 now (been training for 19 years) and I hope to god I'm not "talking the talk" to younger guys in ten years time. There's more to life than that.
Bodybuilding should just be about building and maintaining the muscle that you can build naturally but it's also about getting off your ass and doing cardio too because without your health, you're nothing. I don't know how these pros do it but I know for sure, I ain't ever gonna be one of them, simply because I'm not made that way.
Also, everyone on here argues about whether bodybuilding is a sport or not, but one thing's for certain - it is a fucking disease. Once you're sucked in, the biggest battle is not how to build muscle, it's how to get out and go and live your life in other areas. Things have to be balanced.
Anyway, meltdown over.
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You'd have to be mentally deficient to try and be a natural bodybuilder, working your ass off for 5 years straight, eating clean, dieting, not eating shit you want to eat like pizza and mcdonald's, then some 19 year old kid joins your gym, starts working out, goes on a cycle and after 2 months is looking like you wish you did...LOL
all that will be left is tears in your eyes as you sip Get HUGE formula from your bodybuilding.com shaker cup..
2 months of drugs vs 5 years of training, it's pretty fucking sad but it's so true
I think natural bodybuilding is about maintaining a healthy lifestyle and looking good naked. Competitive natural bodybuilding is a complete waste of time.
+1 no such thing as competing as natural
QFT.
I've been struggling with this notion myself recently. I'll never compete - simply because I don't find the idea of getting up onstage in oil and posing trunks very appealing. But at the same time, I love bodybuilding and lifting weights. Always have done - I simply love working out in a gym. But I stopped using drugs well over a year ago and have no intention ever to go back on them - they fuck up your life and turn you into a different person. You need drugs to compete successfully at the highest levels so for me that's a no-brainer - it ain't gonna happen..
I don't know how much longer I'll be bodybuilding for - if you've watched Bigger, Stronger, Faster you'll remember the old guy training at Golds Gym well into his fifties living out of a camper van and still thinking he was gonna make it. I don't want to be that guy.
Even though I love training I'm not sure how much longer I can do this naturally for either though - there are already guys in my gym in their mid forties who are still going on about competing when they've never entered a contest in their lives and you know they'll never do it. It's depressing and I'm 33 now (been training for 19 years) and I hope to god I'm not "talking the talk" to younger guys in ten years time. There's more to life than that.
Bodybuilding should just be about building and maintaining the muscle that you can build naturally but it's also about getting off your ass and doing cardio too because without your health, you're nothing. I don't know how these pros do it but I know for sure, I ain't ever gonna be one of them, simply because I'm not made that way.
Also, everyone on here argues about whether bodybuilding is a sport or not, but one thing's for certain - it is a fucking disease. Once you're sucked in, the biggest battle is not how to build muscle, it's how to get out and go and live your life in other areas. Things have to be balanced.
Anyway, meltdown over.
Solid meltdown 100% agreed
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what's the point of doing all the hard work when you can't go out and fuck some crazy hoes?
can someone explain this to me?
is that trophy and the 100 bucks you, might, get as a prize really worth the 6 months of dieting and not getting wild pussy at clubs?
Well, it's not about the trophy or anything. Bodybuilding is no sport, it's a major obsessive-compulsive disorder. These guys just can't get out, wheter they want or not.
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So is this the newest part of your gimmick? Metrosexual, daddy issues, self obsessed, sells gay pics of yourself and now you're also a huge player and do coke every day?
How much fun are you having with your internet image?
x2.
Natural bodybuilding is worth it if the person thinks it's wort it. Period.
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It'll be worth it when I'm huge and ripped and everyone respects me! You'll see! :'(
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So is this the newest part of your gimmick? Metrosexual, daddy issues, self obsessed, sells gay pics of yourself and now you're also a huge player and do coke every day?
How much fun are you having with your internet image?
not for nothing but it's not like you're unearthing something new about me, son
I think I've made all those things very apparent- I mean, you're basically repeating things that I have admitted to on this forum several times
What's next- are you gonna start a thread about how Wiggs is black?
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Son? Haha I hope you were trying to provoke me with the use of "son" - amusing at best..
I'm just saying you're repeating yourself all the time about yourself, it's not really that interesting, and good for you that you're know also a big player with the "wild sex for 5-7 months" with your "crazy hoes". Keep it up bro, maybe you'll one day become such a big getbig star you'll get your own board too.
and you're repeating me repeating myself (and it's not the first time either)
sounds like someone is alittle obsessed
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:D :D :D
Nah, not obsessed - actually just reacted to the fact that you're now a big player and no one yet called you out on it. I mean, have we seen these whores?
good for you, my friend
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Hey ones gotta wonder, I mean I have "persian playboy" under my handle, but it's a joke - I get laid here and there nothing special, not a big player. You however seem serious about this wild sex n coke adventures. Lets see some of your latest conquests then ?
fantastic
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jnn reminds me of the tyler knight blog
The line of mopes wraps around the warehouse hidden in the Valley’s North Hollywood. It moves, I take a step. These men are not the chiseled, two-hundred pound studs with eight-inch-plus penises of the A-list. They will never get the call to work with even passable looking woman in a scene for a mid-tier studio, and they know it. This is the bukkake line.
Sure, I’m in line just like these mopes are, but I’m different. I’ve done scenes for top tier studios already. Christ, look at these guys, then look at me. I’m not like them. Even my shirt, the sample I modeled in the Krizia Uomo show in Milan two Springs ago, may be old but it’s a tangible link to what I’ve done. Proof of who I was. More than these mopes will ever accomplish in ten lifetimes.
Conversations include: a group scene where one mope brags about actually getting to fuck the girl for a solid minute before another mope tapped him on the shoulder to swap out; another man boasts of his one-on-one scene with a used up, twenty-year porn veteran, milf that he managed to not fuck up, which he proclaims, “We had a connection!”; to the porn parties they lie about being invited to.
The line moves. I take a step.
Directors for other bukkakes and group scenes (most not any better off than the mopes) rove up and down the bukkake line handing out business cards. One director poaches talent for a fifteen-on-one scene with a burly and pregnant woman that’s shooting down the street in an hour. The man front of me is swallowed by the building. I follow.
Inside the processing room we’re tagged and packed like cattle along an assembly line. I fill out the release and show my HIV/STD test to a production assistant that doesn’t even glance at it. Next, I hold my IDs next to my face and another P.A. takes a snapshot with a digital camera.
The line moves. I take a step.
The next P.A. keeps the beef line moving and into the killing floor. He tells me to be quiet as I enter because the filming has started. Through the doors I hear it. Panting. Snortling. Not unlike a kennel of English bulldogs. I enter the room.
Take a step.
The first thing you notice in the main room is: the line has congealed into a clump of man asses. They sag, and drag. Some pinch together, others hang down, flapping against the backs of legs. Hair covers some, puss drips from sores on another. Probably one hundred have packed in before you; you hurry to the side to strip your clothes to make room for the men that pile in behind you. The brightness of the lights is obscene and it’s cold like a meat locker–your breath hangs in the air in front of you, and the hairs on your legs and forearms stand erect. You pick an unoccupied spot on the floor for your clothes, and your bag, then walk to the crowd.
Take a step.
The other men are naked except for their shoes. The mob surrounding the girls (the rumor is there are actually two girls) has to be ten men deep because even though you’re taller than the average mope you can’t see the center. You hear, though. What you hear is squishy, wet, two-inch cocks jerking off in unison, like a thousand teens smacking chewing gum. With the sheer volume of men in the room the sound echoes off the walls. Punctuating this sound is the frequent moaning of your fellow man ass-mates at the front of the line as they dump their loads, followed by gargling.
Take a step.
Naked, you take your place in the pack, and no sooner than you do this does the trickle of new arrivals fill in around you; the group absorbs you into its mass. Inch by inch, the current moves you closer and closer to the front. Still, nothing is visible. Just the occasional cheap phone sex voices:
“Ooooohh yeah baaaaybeee. Gimmie that hot load, you stud!”
Another woman’s voice says, “Yeah, I’m soooo horny!”
Take a step.
Now you’re now at the middle ranks of the Man Ass Organism and are absorbed into it as yet more naked men pack in behind you. You’re trying to stroke your cock up to an erection with the only spit in your hand for lube, shoulder to hairy shoulder, surrounded by hundreds of strangers, and it’s harder and harder to breathe because there are no windows in this room and the used-up air that enters your mouth has exited the lungs of scores of other men. You taste the staleness.
Take a step.
When you are closer to what you think is the front, the odor invades your nose and there’s no way to escape it. Hygiene is not a big priority for some of these guys, but you’ve been around unwashed people before. No, that’s not it. It’s too acrid and burning to be just body odor. You look straight ahead because heaven forbid if you look down you see that you’re stroking your cock millimeters from some hairy, saggy ass. This gives you an acute awareness of the fact that there is some dude pulling his pud directly behind your ass at this very moment. His breath blows warm on your nape. Is he looking down at your cheeks as he strokes?
Take a step.
The Man Ass Organism spits you out to the front of the line the way an amoeba excretes waste through its membrane. There they are. Two girls, on their knees, caked from head-to-toe in the multi-shaded come of a hundred men. Drenched baby bibs are tied to their necks. Faces covered, you can distinguish them only by their breast size. The studio lights above them heat the jizz on their foreheads, creating swirling spunk currents the way a lava lamp would, solving the mystery of the stench. Both women’s breasts have space on the undersides where the semen dried to a crust–crackling, and splitting, and flaking when a tit moves.
Two men stand ahead of you in line. An unseen, megaphone amplified voice screeches over the ambient din, “You two! Snowball! Go, go, go!”
The two men take their steps.
A dripping slot opens just above Big Tits Girl’s chin that can only be a mouth. She sucks one man, and Small Tits Girl sucks off the other. Gooey hands grasp at the men’s doughy asses for leverage as the girls shove mope dicks into their faces. Big Tit’s man pumps her face and after ten seconds, convulses, howls, then slathers his load into her mouth and onto her face. She swishes spooze around her mouth and teeth the way you’d rinse with Listerine. The second man shoots his load into Small Tits Girl’s mouth. Both girls gargle their ejaculate in unison as the men step away and are re-absorbed into the crowd. Small Tits leans over, places her head in the Big Tits’s lap, and opens her mouth like a hungry baby bird. Big tits then purses her lips. Come mixed with spittle, phlegm, and yet more come drips from Big Tit’s mouth in long strings, and into Small Tit’s mouth. Small Tits sits up, kisses Big Tits, and the women snowball the loads back and forth, fingering their pussies all the while. The opaque liquid, now well mixed, drizzles down their chins and onto their tits, and the floor. This is when you see for the first time that the girls are kneeling in a pool of semen and it’s clear why the other men are wearing shoes. You recall among the gossip in the line, one story was about some shoeless man at a previous bukkake that slipped and fell into the primordial ejaculate pool.
Eye-spots surrounded by semen lock in on you, and a soaked princess beckons you over. The megaphone screams, “Go!”
You take a step. When your foot lands, it squishes deep into what feels like warm hair conditioner. Your foot sinks and the gelatine goo oozes hot between your toes. When you lift your foot the sticky floor doesn’t want to let it go. You stand in front of the girls, cock in hand, no erection. The Big Tits Come Princess scoops spilled seed from the floor and feeds it to Small Tits Girl, whom sucks her friend’s finders dry. She smiles at you, blowing come-bubbles. Your stomach flips inside out, and your breathing comes shallow, and it feels as though your bones have been sucked out of your legs. You sway.
The megaphone shrieks, “Stop! Half-time show!”
The director’s minions–dressed in rain coats, hats, fly-fishing boots and gardening gloves–cattle prod their way through the crowd carrying an industrial strength blow dryer. The appliances roar to life and the minions glaze the women’s faces with the come, glazing them like pottery. Fresh broiled spunk wafts into your nasal cavity. You look around and see the dead eyes of the Organism reflecting your feelings back at you; the Beast Of One Hundred Penises is looking through you to the girls, stroking away. Moaning and the sound of smack-smack-smack–
Enough!
You push your way through the Organism, not caring that you graze past someone’s loose genitals in your haste, which is good because as you rush, greasy penises brush against your wrist and your hips.
Once in the back, clear of the Organism, your body doubles over, resting your hands on your knees, sucking in air until the roof of your mouth tingles and your pulse throbs in your eardrums, and you get the tell-tale tunnel vision from hyperventilating.
Your pants are in your hands but you remember there’s not enough bus fare in the pockets to get you out of the Valley, let alone get something to eat, and you still have a week to go until you might get paid for the three-on-one you did last week–assuming the check clears. Your gut, heaving a moment ago, now bellows to be filled. You take a step. To the back of the Organism.
The moaning mass of flesh wraps itself around you once again. You step, wait, and step again until the Organism shits you out once more. There is only one Come Princess, now. She rests upside down on the back of her neck and shoulders. Legs open, speculum prying her vagina open. The guy ahead of you drops his load down the pried open vagina. You’re up.
A gas masked minion squirts cheap lube into your hand from an industrial sized drum. You close your eyes and go through your wank bank of images in your head to get you cock hard. You stroke, thinking of that sweet smelling bank teller with the low cut blouse who took your deposit, and this jars you from the fantasy because you remember that you have to give the inverted snatch in front of you her deposit. You keep stroking but your curiosity nags at you to peek, but you’re so close to coming and don’t want blow it, but your eyes have minds of their own. You peek. Her clamped open girl is infinite, raw, and teeming with mottled, bubbling spunk. Still clutching your penis, your eyes roll back and the floor comes up on you hard and fast.
When your eyes open, you’re at the back of the crowd, next to the pile of clothes, semen stuck between the webbing of your fingers, a tightening feel of crust drying on the left side of your face and lips. You lick your lips and are rewarded with a bitter-salt taste on the tip of your tongue.
Your feet kick away a pair of skid-marked tighty whiteys to get to your socks, but fuck it, do you really want to put them on again? You’ve got one pant leg on when you stop and look to the dried sperm crusting on your feet. Your shirt, the one you got paid $1,500 to wear down the runway in Milan, is missing. Scanning the back of the room, you spot it. A mope is using it as a come rag. You struggle to control yourself from weeping and manage long enough to sling your bag over your shoulder and walk.
As you are leaving a minion stops you. He says, “Don’t forget your cash.”
He hands you fifty bucks, a baby wipe for your face, and a t-shirt that says:
“I Got Cummed On and Left For Dead In A Bukkake And All I Got Was This Stupid T-shirt.”
The minion says, “Can you come back to do the Gangsta-Land Come Slam next week? There will only be ten of you, you actually get to fuck the girl, and the pay is $150.”
At first you think he doesn’t know you’ve failed, but then you realize he doesn’t care. You’re walking corpse, there to make the set look full. As a mope, nothing you ever do will matter.
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jnn reminds me of the tyler knight blog
i did a wiki on tyler knight and they said he got his start from posting on a "mixed martial arts" forum which begs me to ask if he was the guy who started a thread on "the Otherground Forum" at MMA.TV?
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Hey ones gotta wonder, I mean I have "persian playboy" under my handle, but it's a joke - I get laid here and there nothing special, not a big player. You however seem serious about this wild sex n coke adventures. Lets see some of your latest conquests then ?
Why the hate? Johnnyneitherfamenorsham e has stated numerous times that his best friend is his right hand, he never claimed to be a big player?
He's lonely like most good-looking, vain, self-centered people are, and never claimed the opposite.
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He's lonely like most good-looking, vain, self-centered people are, and never claimed the opposite.
it's not even funny how true this is
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it's not even funny how true this is
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<----- 42 lifetime natural. 28 years of training.
Keeps you looking and feeling young and healthy. No aches and pains and more energy than people 20-30 years younger.
Eating healthy tastes great if you know how to cook. Eating food plain is pure nonsense. I'm not missing out on anything by living this lifestyle.
It's about health, with a little vanity thrown in for good measure. Helps keep one motivated. ;)
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work thowards getting strong. nice fit body will follow if you have decent genetics. yes naturally.
working out should be a side activity not your whole life revolving around it. "living the dream" is stupid and childish you're only fooling your self you're living in a jail.
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work thowards getting strong. nice fit body will follow if you have decent genetics. yes naturally.
working out should be a side activity not your whole life revolving around it. "living the dream" is stupid and childish you're only fooling your self you're living in a jail.
Great post.
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I didn't know that, I thought he claimed to be a massive pimp going by recent posts.. I usually don't start the hate, sorry (to JNN).
I use to despise JNN and believed he was everything that was wrong with the modern male. I still believe that but don't hate anymore when I realized he was in on his own joke.
Save the hate for real douche bags like pugalist666.
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I use to despise JNN and believed he was everything that was wrong with the modern male. I still believe that but don't hate anymore when I realized he was in on his own joke.
I swear to God, if you looked like a aged Marco Ruas then you could be my dad with those beliefs
however, unlike you, he isn't aware of me being in on the joke...he just doesn't talk to me.......or when he does, he uses the "N-word" alot
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You'd have to be mentally deficient to try and be a natural bodybuilder, working your ass off for 5 years straight, eating clean, dieting, not eating shit you want to eat like pizza and mcdonald's, then some 19 year old kid joins your gym, starts working out, goes on a cycle and after 2 months is looking like you wish you did...LOL
all that will be left is tears in your eyes as you sip Get HUGE formula from your bodybuilding.com shaker cup..
sad but true captain E...lived this situation in the past.
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You'd have to be mentally deficient to try and be a natural bodybuilder, working your ass off for 5 years straight, eating clean, dieting, not eating shit you want to eat like pizza and mcdonald's, then some 19 year old kid joins your gym, starts working out, goes on a cycle and after 2 months is looking like you wish you did...LOL
all that will be left is tears in your eyes as you sip Get HUGE formula from your bodybuilding.com shaker cup..
Quoted for mother fucking TRUTH.
I'm going to get this post tattooed somewhere on my body.
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i like the "i'm getting out of the house and being left the fuck alone for a few hours a week" concept behind it, nothing else.
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As many previous posters said, as long as it's PART of your life, and not your LIFE, natural bb is great for health, happiness, etc.
In my youth I competed naturally a few times + had a blast, but a shoulder surgery + rigors and joys of school and work, forced bb into a smaller role. Transition wasnt perfectly smooth, but worked out fine.
I still love bb for the health (and vanity!) aspects + work out 3-4x/week as intensely as Life allows, but work + family much more impt.
Still, I would love it if I had a 1 year sabattical + could see, just for fun, how good of a shape I could get myself in - and possibly even compete 1 more time! Only 1 colleague (a triathlete) "gets" this, but really, to each his own, no?
So to answer the original poster's question - yes, I think competitive natural bb CAN be worth it - so long as the individual has a balanced life.
Honestly, you could replace "competitive natural bb" with any other activity that encourages obsessive-compulsion (e.g., Medicine, Politics, Research, Video Games, Rose Gardening, etc.), and above would be true.
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If you are lean all the time, you dont need that much time to shedd the fat.