Last year Rich was making an appearance at a supps store within two minutes of my gym on a day I was lifting. What the hell, I thought. I'll go see the lame fuck.
Me and my bro get there and the manager says he's in the store bathroom. After 15 minutes it's clear the slayer of dragons is unloading a major turd. Anway, he eventually emerges all red in the face and sits behind his little wonky table to sign autographs. Besides myself and my friend, there are two others standing around who are not employees. Both old fat guys who haven't seen the inside of a gym for decades.
I approach Rich and ask if he'd like to be a guest on my podcast. He's all like, sure, sure. Gives me his email address. Then he gives me a stash of sample packs of his products. Tells me to "just wait" until I use his energy-spunk-up junk before my next workout. Gonna feel it, BIG TIME.
Nothing.
I use all the samples over the next few weeks and none of it does a damn thing. Shit tasted pretty good, I guess.
P.S. Cat never returns my emails concerning his being a guest. Not even a professional and courteous email that he has decided to not be on the podcast. What a business man. What a hero.
