wow, look at this. The fucking thread has turned into a giant Mazzola oil 3-way jerkfest. It looks like Otto has pulled in his big blue bus and unloaded the ramp for the dynamic mongoloid trio to come wheeling down at a Murder Ball like pace only to bash their crooked talons on the keyboard proclaiming their love for powerlifting.
Squadfather, you thick-hooded thimbledick sitting pin high, comb the crazy glue outta the party streamer nosehairs flailing from your flared fa ggot nostrils and get your ruined fucking game together before I jackhammer your mangled matchstick body into kindling for a rotisserie cookout. I love how you constantly try and fish out support from your hick-hog out of shape "powerlifters" and try to use reverse-psychology. The truth is, if you, magoo, or Panda would diet down, you'd have a lot to build up.
And Magoo..like the stream of denial snaking its way down your inseam over your plethora of past dissapointments in life, as well as every log of pimento loaf lying behind the panting-fogged window of your Wal-Mart deli counter, I’m sure you’d love to put it behind you, but the fact is that isn’t the first time you’ve been faceplanted six feet under and it sure as fuck won’t be the last, you wax buttressed blob of assbound bologna.
Its just sad that you guys think getting so out of shape to grunt fuck a bar once means anything. I keep saying it over and over...if your not getting paid for it whats the point. You get laughed at behind your back, your 3 weeks away from a triple bypas, cant get a decent female, too lazy to eat clean do some cardio and trim down... I mean the list goes on and on....but yea guys you can "Hang Clean what I squat"
Im going to loose some sleep now in the and cry myself to sleep in the same bed I railed this lovely girl from Prague over the weekend, wake up, look in the mirror at all the hard work and dedication, walk outside to get stared at and complemented on my face, broad shoulders and narrow waist, and love life....fuck I cant lift a 450 lb log over my head...
