James,
For your own sake, please go away. Delete your 'Getbig' bookmark. Go to MuscularDevelopment.com or MuscleMayhem.com or Bodybuilding.com, just please please stay away from Getbig.
Getbig is not a site for wanna-be bodybuilders or beginners looking for help or support.
Getbig is for people who hate those with bigger muscles, love to mock the sick and dead, and gloat in other's misfortunes and weaknesses. With your 16-inch blazing guns putting most getbiggers to shame, your self-mutilation illness, and your obvious sensitivity, you are the last person on Earth who should be on Getbig.
Speaking for my fellow one or two concerned and compassionate Getbiggers, I urge you to walk away and NEVER look back. NOW!
Getbig is Rated 'R'. People under the age of 18 should not be admitted unless accompanied by a parent. Ron, please enforce this.
I think you might be right Special Ed...
My psychiatrist wouldn't approve of me posting here.
However, I'm compelled to stay. I need to start manning up now!
I'm starting with squats. I know nobody sees legs anyway, but it's the manly thing to do.
I got to stop being such a "pussy."
I'm just really depressed right now cus I still owe like 500 dollars on my MacPro and I have a history assignment due in like 1 week!!!!!!
It's really getting in the way of my bodybuilding goals.
Nobody is understanding of the stress I'm going through. The Xanax is helping a little bit, but it's not solving the problem.
It's a band-aid over a bleeding, gaping, bloody heart-wound.
Here's a poem I wrote today. It's meant to be symbolic; please don't take it literally.
Oh joyous cock, what heavenly sight!
Will you shower me with your jizzum,
And visit my dreams when dusk turns to night?
Oh joyous cock, I lend you my ear for mastabatory soliloquy.
I part my cheeks for your shower of heavenly jissom;
and accept my reward, fettered, obsequiously.
Let me prance daintily on your cocks stretched long like piano keys.
With each step I bring melodious mirth,
and with every stumble I fall in your dick-cheese.
With furious furvor I tapdance an ominous overture on your cocks of steely might.
Peristaltic spasms fortell the violent crescendo;
explosive orgasms unleash fireballs in pools of sticky white.
I frollic and dance gayly, charging fiercly through your pussy-willows.
Sun gives way to dark;
I grab hold of clumps and form bleach-smelling pillows.
Ah morning! blessed morning!
Let me feel the crust of dried jizzum one last time.
Warm against my face, I let it fall through my hands like snowflakes,
and reflect on the moment.
Tiny screams of desperation, emanate with Lilliput elocution:
The crumpled remains of a condom...
"You didn't really love us, though you took us for a ride.
You carried us in your balls 5 days,
in 5 hours you'll be guilty of spermicide!"
