Figure chicks

[chaos]

They may be "hot" on the outside but take a look at what it is like to date one of these sick trainwrecks bi-polar schizophrenics.

 
 Touted by many as the most accurate portrait of a Figure competitor in the NPC/IFBB.


                                       A Day In The Life of a NPC Figure Competitor...


1:03am: Wake up in a cold sweat from a wretched nightmare of being held captive in a Turkish prison being forced-fed copious amounts of cake, pastries and Smores. Put on running shoes and go outside. Run 8 laps around your block " just in case " dreams really do come true.


3:15am: (Witching Hour) Wake up again at the exact time of day that the fabric between the living and the dead is at it's thinnest. Go into the kitchen and swallow 3 tablespoons of Sugar Free grape jelly and 3 tennis ball sized globs of peanutbutter. Nix the bread to " avoid the carbs ". Rationalize what you just did by recognizing the mystical time of day and blame The Devil for tempting you since the flesh is weak. Pop 2 Benedryl tablets. Go back to bed.


5:27am: Wake up again to pee. Remind yourself to Google why asparagus makes urine smell so sour. Weigh yourself. 124.4lbs. Up 1lb from last week this time. Consider suicide as a valid option. Seriously. Pop 3 Somalyze and another Benedryl tablet. Go back to bed.


8:30am: Wake up to start your day. Carefully crawl out of bed to not wake your unemployed bodybuilder boyfriend as he needs his growth hormone releasing recovery sleep and shouldn't be disturbed. Stand naked in front of your mirror and see the reflection of a grusome morbidly obese bariatric patient. Whisper to yourself over & over again... " Shallow Hal, Wants a Gal. " " Shallow Hal, Wants a Gal. "


8:37am: Pop 25mg of VasoPro and 3 Lipo 6-Black Hers capsules. Log online and check your e-mail to see what your overpaid nutritionist prescribed for breakfast this day. 4 egg whites and 1/4 cup of oatmeal. Shocking! Scan your e-mail and wonder why every single supplement company in the Northern Hemisphere isn't beating your door down to sponsor you since, like, you're The Next Big Thing. Right?


9:22am: Head to local gym for cardio. Cake on your Mac makeup at every Stop sign and red light. Perform 45 minutes on the Precor fantasizing how awesome you're going to look at your show in 4 weeks with your EX boyfriend in the audience eating his heart out. Mmm. A human heart. Wonder what a human heart would taste like Foreman grilled with some salt-free Mrs Dash Fiesta Lime seasoning or with peanutbutter spread.


10:35am: Head home to get ready for work. Shower with the lights off to avoid possibly catching a glimpse of your lard ass. Use your man's Schick Quatro razor since you know the bastard constantly uses your Venus.


11:04am: Drive to work. Sing Lady Gaga's BAD ROMANCE to the top of your lungs as you think about your EX. Text your BFF about how life sucks when you are dieting. Text your slumbering bodybuilder boyfriend that you left him a dub on the kitchen counter. Remind him again via text to put gas in your car next time he takes it. Pop 20mcg of clenbuterol.


12:15pm: Train your day's first client. Stand behind your middle aged soccer mom counting reps as she does her lat-pulldowns wrong. Look closely at her body and wonder if her husband even bothers touching her anymore. Bet to yourself that she has poor female hygeine. Wish that she was dead for being so " ordinary ". Bet to yourself that she wishes she was you. Assure yourself that you can take her husband if you wanted.


1:05pm: Walk into the employee's lounge and notice that a malisciously evil fucking bitch co-worker of yours brought in a box of powdered Munchkins and dozen Double Chocolate Delight donuts. Feel your tear ducts swelling and a lump form in your throat as you plan her accidental death in the theater of your mind. Wonder why all your co-workers hate you so much and are so jealous of you. Quickly swipe 5 powdered Munchinks and 2 Double Chocolate Delight donuts and relentlessly jam them down your throat. Justify what you just did by reminding yourself that it didn't count anyway because your co-worker is a fugly slut. Lie to yourself and say that you'll be sure to " do an extra 20min of cardio " later.


2:26pm: Find yourself spooning the toilet in the handicapped stall as you try to touch your epiglottis with your middle finger. There it is! Notice the large chunks of undigested powdered Munchkins and pieces of Double Chocolate Delight donuts swirling around the toilet bowel. Justify what you did by telling yourself that Ms. Bitch didn't beat you and sabatoage your prep. This time. Check out your abs in the bathroom mirror. Remind yourself to remove those glass jars and containers hiding in your closet. Pop a Tic Tac and 20mcg of clenbuterol.


3:12pm: Pop 3 more Lipo-6 Black Hers capsules and take 5mg of glutamine. Train Legs starting with Sumo Squats holding a 40lb dumbbell. Lie to yourself by believeing that this is the magic exercise that will make your legs look like Heather Mae French's. Try your best to look serious as your mind is more concerned about your EX's Facebook status and holding that fart you feel building that's about to sneak it's way out of your ass.


4:01pm: Mix your 2 scoops of Lean Dessert in your ' Tight Curves ' shaker cup. Slug it down. Check your EX's Facebook status on your Droid phone. Wonder why your man at home hasn't text'd you yet. Wonder if he notices that you fart when during the night as you sleep. Maybe that's it...


6:38pm: Pop another 20mcg of clenbuterol just before your 45 minutes of Stair Mill. Sweat like a stinkin' Irish pig and wonder if the cramps you feel in your abdominal region is from your little " anti-weight gain " secret or your period. Wonder why you even still get a period as you recall that article with Jennifer Gates saying she loses it as her bodyfat plummets right around 8 weeks prior to a show. Hit the panick button as this may mean you aren't lean enough. Remind yourself NOT to wear your seatbelt on the way home and to drive over the speed limit.


7:30pm: Head home unbuckled driving 20mph over the speed limit. Wonder if anybody would care if you died tonight. Envision who would and wouldn't come to your wake. Stop at LA Tan. Think about that scene in Final Destination with the tanning bed. Pray that happens to you tonight.



8:04pm: Commute home. Recieve a text message from your boyfriend ' hey baby w a client hope u had good day see u l8er ;p ' .


8:20pm: Log online. Check your EX boyfriend's Facebook status. Pull a clump of hair out of your scalp as you notice he is with " that slut who beat you at the Continental last year ". Run into the kitchen and swallow 2 baseball sized globs of peanutbutter. Throw yourself onto the kitchen floor combatively swinging your arms and your legs. Lay there in a catatonic state for 10 minutes.


8:38pm: Pick yourself up and pop another 20mcg of clenbuterol and 10mg of xanax. Log back online and check your e-mail. Read... 'A Day In The Life of a NPC Figure Competitor '. Smash your head against your keyboard and toss your laptop across the living room. Grab a kitchen knife, your cell phone and the bottle of Hershey's Sugar Free chocolate syrup and lock yourself in the bathroom.


9:44pm: Come out of the kitchen as your boyfriend comes back from his very busy workday as a full-time bodybuilder. Ignore his inquiries on why you have chocolate stains all over your face and why your eyes are so swollen. Accuse him of telling everybody details about your life so people can write that shit about you. Tell him how the whole world is out to sabotage your prep.


10:10pm: Argue with your boyfriend about not wanting to watch '' King of Queens. '' Tell him again that you don't think Kevin James is at all funny because he is FAT and should be on a fucking diet! Agree that Deacon looks a little like Tre from FemFlex. Pop 5mg of anavar, 20mcg of clenbuterol and 50mg of Benedryl.


10:18pm: Go into the bathroom and lock the door. Turn the faucet on and pray your boyfriend doesn't have to use the bathroom after you as you drop it like it's hot. Debate wether or not spraying Glade will make it obvious that you are shitting or if you should leave no evidence of your fecal escipades. Wonder if he assumes you are defecating right now. Wonder if he even knows your defecation rituals. Wonder if that is why he hasn't tried to get fresh with you in almost 3 weeks. Make mental note to purposely blow every red light on the way to work tomorrow while closing your eyes.


10:33pm: Lay in bed and think to yourself how much you despise your boyfriend as he sings along to the theme of 2 & Half Men. Turn over and tell him you will give him that $150 for those t3 tabs in the morning. Tell him how urgently you need them as you can physically feel yourself getting fatter by the minute. Drift off to sleep wondering if Gina Aliotti would remember you and if she would want to be BFF's with you if you moved to San Diego. Remind yourself to Google why asparagus makes urine smell so sour. Dream a Little Dream...



 -



 
 

Hi, Special "I can't stop my Getbig addiction" Ed.

[unskinny]

Not Special Ed I post on his board too but you have 28K posts.

 What were you saying about an addiciton to Getbig again?

[TacoBell]

Not Special Ed I post on his board too but you have 28K posts.

 What were you saying about an addiciton to Getbig again?

So youre just reposting his mediocre material here because....?

[unskinny]

As opposed to the 27 other brilliant Earth shattering posts in this thread? Wow!

When Capt Equpois asked what strip club they work at I felt the auroa of his brilliance. When Shockwave said they are strippers I almost fainted in the ambience of such nobel work.

[unskinny]

  I post at both sites and you go back and tell Chelsey Heydon that the gig is up, "schmoespore".

[tommywishbone]

As opposed to the 27 other brilliant Earth shattering posts in this thread? Wow!

When Capt Equpois asked what strip club they work at I felt the auroa of his brilliance. When Shockwave said they are strippers I almost fainted in the ambience of such nobel work.

Narcissistic, self absorbed melt down. Run away now and go play with the other elitist.

By the way; it's aura, ambiance and Nobel.

[Jadeveon Clowney]

Narcissistic, self absorbed melt down. Run away now and go play with the other elitist.

By the way; it's aura, ambiance and Nobel.

ambience works

[tommywishbone]

ambience works

Indeed it does. Thank you. My mistake.

Live and learn, I always say.

[gh15]

They may be "hot" on the outside but take a look at what it is like to date one of these sick trainwrecks bi-polar schizophrenics.

 
 Touted by many as the most accurate portrait of a Figure competitor in the NPC/IFBB.


                                       A Day In The Life of a NPC Figure Competitor...


1:03am: Wake up in a cold sweat from a wretched nightmare of being held captive in a Turkish prison being forced-fed copious amounts of cake, pastries and Smores. Put on running shoes and go outside. Run 8 laps around your block " just in case " dreams really do come true.


3:15am: (Witching Hour) Wake up again at the exact time of day that the fabric between the living and the dead is at it's thinnest. Go into the kitchen and swallow 3 tablespoons of Sugar Free grape jelly and 3 tennis ball sized globs of peanutbutter. Nix the bread to " avoid the carbs ". Rationalize what you just did by recognizing the mystical time of day and blame The Devil for tempting you since the flesh is weak. Pop 2 Benedryl tablets. Go back to bed.


5:27am: Wake up again to pee. Remind yourself to Google why asparagus makes urine smell so sour. Weigh yourself. 124.4lbs. Up 1lb from last week this time. Consider suicide as a valid option. Seriously. Pop 3 Somalyze and another Benedryl tablet. Go back to bed.


8:30am: Wake up to start your day. Carefully crawl out of bed to not wake your unemployed bodybuilder boyfriend as he needs his growth hormone releasing recovery sleep and shouldn't be disturbed. Stand naked in front of your mirror and see the reflection of a grusome morbidly obese bariatric patient. Whisper to yourself over & over again... " Shallow Hal, Wants a Gal. " " Shallow Hal, Wants a Gal. "


8:37am: Pop 25mg of VasoPro and 3 Lipo 6-Black Hers capsules. Log online and check your e-mail to see what your overpaid nutritionist prescribed for breakfast this day. 4 egg whites and 1/4 cup of oatmeal. Shocking! Scan your e-mail and wonder why every single supplement company in the Northern Hemisphere isn't beating your door down to sponsor you since, like, you're The Next Big Thing. Right?


9:22am: Head to local gym for cardio. Cake on your Mac makeup at every Stop sign and red light. Perform 45 minutes on the Precor fantasizing how awesome you're going to look at your show in 4 weeks with your EX boyfriend in the audience eating his heart out. Mmm. A human heart. Wonder what a human heart would taste like Foreman grilled with some salt-free Mrs Dash Fiesta Lime seasoning or with peanutbutter spread.


10:35am: Head home to get ready for work. Shower with the lights off to avoid possibly catching a glimpse of your lard ass. Use your man's Schick Quatro razor since you know the bastard constantly uses your Venus.


11:04am: Drive to work. Sing Lady Gaga's BAD ROMANCE to the top of your lungs as you think about your EX. Text your BFF about how life sucks when you are dieting. Text your slumbering bodybuilder boyfriend that you left him a dub on the kitchen counter. Remind him again via text to put gas in your car next time he takes it. Pop 20mcg of clenbuterol.


12:15pm: Train your day's first client. Stand behind your middle aged soccer mom counting reps as she does her lat-pulldowns wrong. Look closely at her body and wonder if her husband even bothers touching her anymore. Bet to yourself that she has poor female hygeine. Wish that she was dead for being so " ordinary ". Bet to yourself that she wishes she was you. Assure yourself that you can take her husband if you wanted.


1:05pm: Walk into the employee's lounge and notice that a malisciously evil fucking bitch co-worker of yours brought in a box of powdered Munchkins and dozen Double Chocolate Delight donuts. Feel your tear ducts swelling and a lump form in your throat as you plan her accidental death in the theater of your mind. Wonder why all your co-workers hate you so much and are so jealous of you. Quickly swipe 5 powdered Munchinks and 2 Double Chocolate Delight donuts and relentlessly jam them down your throat. Justify what you just did by reminding yourself that it didn't count anyway because your co-worker is a fugly slut. Lie to yourself and say that you'll be sure to " do an extra 20min of cardio " later.


2:26pm: Find yourself spooning the toilet in the handicapped stall as you try to touch your epiglottis with your middle finger. There it is! Notice the large chunks of undigested powdered Munchkins and pieces of Double Chocolate Delight donuts swirling around the toilet bowel. Justify what you did by telling yourself that Ms. Bitch didn't beat you and sabatoage your prep. This time. Check out your abs in the bathroom mirror. Remind yourself to remove those glass jars and containers hiding in your closet. Pop a Tic Tac and 20mcg of clenbuterol.


3:12pm: Pop 3 more Lipo-6 Black Hers capsules and take 5mg of glutamine. Train Legs starting with Sumo Squats holding a 40lb dumbbell. Lie to yourself by believeing that this is the magic exercise that will make your legs look like Heather Mae French's. Try your best to look serious as your mind is more concerned about your EX's Facebook status and holding that fart you feel building that's about to sneak it's way out of your ass.


4:01pm: Mix your 2 scoops of Lean Dessert in your ' Tight Curves ' shaker cup. Slug it down. Check your EX's Facebook status on your Droid phone. Wonder why your man at home hasn't text'd you yet. Wonder if he notices that you fart when during the night as you sleep. Maybe that's it...


6:38pm: Pop another 20mcg of clenbuterol just before your 45 minutes of Stair Mill. Sweat like a stinkin' Irish pig and wonder if the cramps you feel in your abdominal region is from your little " anti-weight gain " secret or your period. Wonder why you even still get a period as you recall that article with Jennifer Gates saying she loses it as her bodyfat plummets right around 8 weeks prior to a show. Hit the panick button as this may mean you aren't lean enough. Remind yourself NOT to wear your seatbelt on the way home and to drive over the speed limit.


7:30pm: Head home unbuckled driving 20mph over the speed limit. Wonder if anybody would care if you died tonight. Envision who would and wouldn't come to your wake. Stop at LA Tan. Think about that scene in Final Destination with the tanning bed. Pray that happens to you tonight.



8:04pm: Commute home. Recieve a text message from your boyfriend ' hey baby w a client hope u had good day see u l8er ;p ' .


8:20pm: Log online. Check your EX boyfriend's Facebook status. Pull a clump of hair out of your scalp as you notice he is with " that slut who beat you at the Continental last year ". Run into the kitchen and swallow 2 baseball sized globs of peanutbutter. Throw yourself onto the kitchen floor combatively swinging your arms and your legs. Lay there in a catatonic state for 10 minutes.


8:38pm: Pick yourself up and pop another 20mcg of clenbuterol and 10mg of xanax. Log back online and check your e-mail. Read... 'A Day In The Life of a NPC Figure Competitor '. Smash your head against your keyboard and toss your laptop across the living room. Grab a kitchen knife, your cell phone and the bottle of Hershey's Sugar Free chocolate syrup and lock yourself in the bathroom.


9:44pm: Come out of the kitchen as your boyfriend comes back from his very busy workday as a full-time bodybuilder. Ignore his inquiries on why you have chocolate stains all over your face and why your eyes are so swollen. Accuse him of telling everybody details about your life so people can write that shit about you. Tell him how the whole world is out to sabotage your prep.


10:10pm: Argue with your boyfriend about not wanting to watch '' King of Queens. '' Tell him again that you don't think Kevin James is at all funny because he is FAT and should be on a fucking diet! Agree that Deacon looks a little like Tre from FemFlex. Pop 5mg of anavar, 20mcg of clenbuterol and 50mg of Benedryl.


10:18pm: Go into the bathroom and lock the door. Turn the faucet on and pray your boyfriend doesn't have to use the bathroom after you as you drop it like it's hot. Debate wether or not spraying Glade will make it obvious that you are shitting or if you should leave no evidence of your fecal escipades. Wonder if he assumes you are defecating right now. Wonder if he even knows your defecation rituals. Wonder if that is why he hasn't tried to get fresh with you in almost 3 weeks. Make mental note to purposely blow every red light on the way to work tomorrow while closing your eyes.


10:33pm: Lay in bed and think to yourself how much you despise your boyfriend as he sings along to the theme of 2 & Half Men. Turn over and tell him you will give him that $150 for those t3 tabs in the morning. Tell him how urgently you need them as you can physically feel yourself getting fatter by the minute. Drift off to sleep wondering if Gina Aliotti would remember you and if she would want to be BFF's with you if you moved to San Diego. Remind yourself to Google why asparagus makes urine smell so sour. Dream a Little Dream...



 -



 
 

you miss the all hormone intake,,the actual orals and injects of pure hormones,,clenbuterol is nothing,,they use HORMONES!,,rest of the balonie is funny and it is pretty much reality ,,i have yet to meet a fitness girl that was not very easy to get ,,and that wasnt really  into muscular fellas,,its like they are deer in the headlight when they see big lean fellas,, they really really will fuck you with zero problem i had it so many times i cant even count,,only thing is  you need to make sure to never get in relashiponship with them ,,if you fuck them you got to do it once twice and thats it,,they are very psycotic ,,very very emotional unstable and remember you are a bodybuilder! you are the one who is the needy and emotional unstable you cant let the fitness whore take it away from you ,,

gh15 approved

[Jadeveon Clowney]

you are the one who is the needy and emotional unstable you cant let the fitness whore take it away from you ,,

gh15 approved

very well said, Ghislaine.

[magicuser]

hot stuff but I wonder if butt looks liek guy butt

not much female lines n curves eh?

[gh15]

This is golden proof that GH15 is nothing but a loser gimmick living in Grammy's basement or even guesthouse on the other side of the swimming pool.

Bodybuilders are NOT needy, they have the muscles and conditioning that will always provide for them.  As one gets larger and more ripped, the confidence increases, the self-assuredness soars, and nothing can stop the ultimate alpha.  Those who think that bodybuilders are needy and insecure obviously are fakers and have never achieved the status of a true Iron Demigod.  Only when you can sit at 280 and 5% bf can you know what it is to be king of the world.

hofuly friend you were cynical ,,because ill have a dime for everytime i saw ken crying back in the day lol id be even more multimilonar than i am now,,bodybuild are THE ABSOLIT NO QUESTION ABOUT IT ABSOLIT INSECURE INDIVIDUALS OUT THERE!,,YOU WILL SEE A 250LB BODYBUILD WALKIN AROUND COMPARING HIMSELF TO 190LB BODYBUILDR ALL THE TIME EVENTHOUGH THE 250 IS BIGGER,,,ITS BECAUSE OF THE TWISTED IMAGE THE BODYBUILDER HAS OF HIMSELF THE MORE HE PROGRESS,,IT HAPPEN TO EVERY BODYBUILDER ,,THE BETTER YOU BECOME THE MORE QUESTIONABLE YOU ARE IN REGARD TO HOW GOOD YOU ARE AND YOU ACTUALLY COMPARING YOURSELF TO INDIVIDUALS MUCH SMALLER THAN YOU MUSCULE WIZE,, i can also assure you that every mirror or reflection you will pass you wil look in it to see yourself million times ,,you wil also flex in the bathroom when go to eat out in restaurant ,,you will always check your triceps and how much of horse show you see on a regular basis,, you will also later on become very into how dry you are even in offseason ,,you will want to look in condition all the time if you are serious bodybuild,,remember incondition meaning single digit body fat it doesnt mean water beause water you will always hold high off season with today generation due to mega dose hgh and insulina with higher doses of everything,,

gh15 approved

gh15 approved

[kushtestgrowth]

They may be "hot" on the outside but take a look at what it is like to date one of these sick trainwrecks bi-polar schizophrenics.

 
 Touted by many as the most accurate portrait of a Figure competitor in the NPC/IFBB.


                                       A Day In The Life of a NPC Figure Competitor...


1:03am: Wake up in a cold sweat from a wretched nightmare of being held captive in a Turkish prison being forced-fed copious amounts of cake, pastries and Smores. Put on running shoes and go outside. Run 8 laps around your block " just in case " dreams really do come true.


3:15am: (Witching Hour) Wake up again at the exact time of day that the fabric between the living and the dead is at it's thinnest. Go into the kitchen and swallow 3 tablespoons of Sugar Free grape jelly and 3 tennis ball sized globs of peanutbutter. Nix the bread to " avoid the carbs ". Rationalize what you just did by recognizing the mystical time of day and blame The Devil for tempting you since the flesh is weak. Pop 2 Benedryl tablets. Go back to bed.


5:27am: Wake up again to pee. Remind yourself to Google why asparagus makes urine smell so sour. Weigh yourself. 124.4lbs. Up 1lb from last week this time. Consider suicide as a valid option. Seriously. Pop 3 Somalyze and another Benedryl tablet. Go back to bed.


8:30am: Wake up to start your day. Carefully crawl out of bed to not wake your unemployed bodybuilder boyfriend as he needs his growth hormone releasing recovery sleep and shouldn't be disturbed. Stand naked in front of your mirror and see the reflection of a grusome morbidly obese bariatric patient. Whisper to yourself over & over again... " Shallow Hal, Wants a Gal. " " Shallow Hal, Wants a Gal. "


8:37am: Pop 25mg of VasoPro and 3 Lipo 6-Black Hers capsules. Log online and check your e-mail to see what your overpaid nutritionist prescribed for breakfast this day. 4 egg whites and 1/4 cup of oatmeal. Shocking! Scan your e-mail and wonder why every single supplement company in the Northern Hemisphere isn't beating your door down to sponsor you since, like, you're The Next Big Thing. Right?


9:22am: Head to local gym for cardio. Cake on your Mac makeup at every Stop sign and red light. Perform 45 minutes on the Precor fantasizing how awesome you're going to look at your show in 4 weeks with your EX boyfriend in the audience eating his heart out. Mmm. A human heart. Wonder what a human heart would taste like Foreman grilled with some salt-free Mrs Dash Fiesta Lime seasoning or with peanutbutter spread.


10:35am: Head home to get ready for work. Shower with the lights off to avoid possibly catching a glimpse of your lard ass. Use your man's Schick Quatro razor since you know the bastard constantly uses your Venus.


11:04am: Drive to work. Sing Lady Gaga's BAD ROMANCE to the top of your lungs as you think about your EX. Text your BFF about how life sucks when you are dieting. Text your slumbering bodybuilder boyfriend that you left him a dub on the kitchen counter. Remind him again via text to put gas in your car next time he takes it. Pop 20mcg of clenbuterol.


12:15pm: Train your day's first client. Stand behind your middle aged soccer mom counting reps as she does her lat-pulldowns wrong. Look closely at her body and wonder if her husband even bothers touching her anymore. Bet to yourself that she has poor female hygeine. Wish that she was dead for being so " ordinary ". Bet to yourself that she wishes she was you. Assure yourself that you can take her husband if you wanted.


1:05pm: Walk into the employee's lounge and notice that a malisciously evil fucking bitch co-worker of yours brought in a box of powdered Munchkins and dozen Double Chocolate Delight donuts. Feel your tear ducts swelling and a lump form in your throat as you plan her accidental death in the theater of your mind. Wonder why all your co-workers hate you so much and are so jealous of you. Quickly swipe 5 powdered Munchinks and 2 Double Chocolate Delight donuts and relentlessly jam them down your throat. Justify what you just did by reminding yourself that it didn't count anyway because your co-worker is a fugly slut. Lie to yourself and say that you'll be sure to " do an extra 20min of cardio " later.


2:26pm: Find yourself spooning the toilet in the handicapped stall as you try to touch your epiglottis with your middle finger. There it is! Notice the large chunks of undigested powdered Munchkins and pieces of Double Chocolate Delight donuts swirling around the toilet bowel. Justify what you did by telling yourself that Ms. Bitch didn't beat you and sabatoage your prep. This time. Check out your abs in the bathroom mirror. Remind yourself to remove those glass jars and containers hiding in your closet. Pop a Tic Tac and 20mcg of clenbuterol.


3:12pm: Pop 3 more Lipo-6 Black Hers capsules and take 5mg of glutamine. Train Legs starting with Sumo Squats holding a 40lb dumbbell. Lie to yourself by believeing that this is the magic exercise that will make your legs look like Heather Mae French's. Try your best to look serious as your mind is more concerned about your EX's Facebook status and holding that fart you feel building that's about to sneak it's way out of your ass.


4:01pm: Mix your 2 scoops of Lean Dessert in your ' Tight Curves ' shaker cup. Slug it down. Check your EX's Facebook status on your Droid phone. Wonder why your man at home hasn't text'd you yet. Wonder if he notices that you fart when during the night as you sleep. Maybe that's it...


6:38pm: Pop another 20mcg of clenbuterol just before your 45 minutes of Stair Mill. Sweat like a stinkin' Irish pig and wonder if the cramps you feel in your abdominal region is from your little " anti-weight gain " secret or your period. Wonder why you even still get a period as you recall that article with Jennifer Gates saying she loses it as her bodyfat plummets right around 8 weeks prior to a show. Hit the panick button as this may mean you aren't lean enough. Remind yourself NOT to wear your seatbelt on the way home and to drive over the speed limit.


7:30pm: Head home unbuckled driving 20mph over the speed limit. Wonder if anybody would care if you died tonight. Envision who would and wouldn't come to your wake. Stop at LA Tan. Think about that scene in Final Destination with the tanning bed. Pray that happens to you tonight.



8:04pm: Commute home. Recieve a text message from your boyfriend ' hey baby w a client hope u had good day see u l8er ;p ' .


8:20pm: Log online. Check your EX boyfriend's Facebook status. Pull a clump of hair out of your scalp as you notice he is with " that slut who beat you at the Continental last year ". Run into the kitchen and swallow 2 baseball sized globs of peanutbutter. Throw yourself onto the kitchen floor combatively swinging your arms and your legs. Lay there in a catatonic state for 10 minutes.


8:38pm: Pick yourself up and pop another 20mcg of clenbuterol and 10mg of xanax. Log back online and check your e-mail. Read... 'A Day In The Life of a NPC Figure Competitor '. Smash your head against your keyboard and toss your laptop across the living room. Grab a kitchen knife, your cell phone and the bottle of Hershey's Sugar Free chocolate syrup and lock yourself in the bathroom.


9:44pm: Come out of the kitchen as your boyfriend comes back from his very busy workday as a full-time bodybuilder. Ignore his inquiries on why you have chocolate stains all over your face and why your eyes are so swollen. Accuse him of telling everybody details about your life so people can write that shit about you. Tell him how the whole world is out to sabotage your prep.


10:10pm: Argue with your boyfriend about not wanting to watch '' King of Queens. '' Tell him again that you don't think Kevin James is at all funny because he is FAT and should be on a fucking diet! Agree that Deacon looks a little like Tre from FemFlex. Pop 5mg of anavar, 20mcg of clenbuterol and 50mg of Benedryl.


10:18pm: Go into the bathroom and lock the door. Turn the faucet on and pray your boyfriend doesn't have to use the bathroom after you as you drop it like it's hot. Debate wether or not spraying Glade will make it obvious that you are shitting or if you should leave no evidence of your fecal escipades. Wonder if he assumes you are defecating right now. Wonder if he even knows your defecation rituals. Wonder if that is why he hasn't tried to get fresh with you in almost 3 weeks. Make mental note to purposely blow every red light on the way to work tomorrow while closing your eyes.

10:33pm: Lay in bed and think to yourself how much you despise your boyfriend as he sings along to the theme of 2 & Half Men. Turn over and tell him you will give him that $150 for those t3 tabs in the morning. Tell him how urgently you need them as you can physically feel yourself getting fatter by the minute. Drift off to sleep wondering if Gina Aliotti would remember you and if she would want to be BFF's with you if you moved to San Diego. Remind yourself to Google why asparagus makes urine smell so sour. Dream a Little Dream...



 -



 
 

i only caught the second half of your post but have you ever even taken xanax before? lol @ 10mg ... a girl would be dead.    second who goes to sleep 15 minutes after eating a clenbuterol pill?

[The Grim Lifter]

hofuly friend you were cynical ,,because ill have a dime for everytime i saw ken crying back in the day lol id be even more multimilonar than i am now,,bodybuild are THE ABSOLIT NO QUESTION ABOUT IT ABSOLIT INSECURE INDIVIDUALS OUT THERE!,,YOU WILL SEE A 250LB BODYBUILD WALKIN AROUND COMPARING HIMSELF TO 190LB BODYBUILDR ALL THE TIME EVENTHOUGH THE 250 IS BIGGER,,,ITS BECAUSE OF THE TWISTED IMAGE THE BODYBUILDER HAS OF HIMSELF THE MORE HE PROGRESS,,IT HAPPEN TO EVERY BODYBUILDER ,,THE BETTER YOU BECOME THE MORE QUESTIONABLE YOU ARE IN REGARD TO HOW GOOD YOU ARE AND YOU ACTUALLY COMPARING YOURSELF TO INDIVIDUALS MUCH SMALLER THAN YOU MUSCULE WIZE,, i can also assure you that every mirror or reflection you will pass you wil look in it to see yourself million times ,,you wil also flex in the bathroom when go to eat out in restaurant ,,you will always check your triceps and how much of horse show you see on a regular basis,, you will also later on become very into how dry you are even in offseason ,,you will want to look in condition all the time if you are serious bodybuild,,remember incondition meaning single digit body fat it doesnt mean water beause water you will always hold high off season with today generation due to mega dose hgh and insulina with higher doses of everything,,

gh15 approved

gh15 approved

This was such a great post it deserved to be approved twice

[The Grim Lifter]

I sit at 170 lb, 25% bf, and I am insecure now, but I know that as I get larger, leaner, more ripped, I will become a better man, a better human being, and every time I go to battle with the Iron my value as a human increases.  Your spread of negativity is horrible.  I read your bible, and I trust your regimen, but you cannot speak ill of our Iron Brethren.  The ones who have made it to the top of Mt. Olympus are our teachers, they are our spiritual leaders, they will lead us out of the darkness with their vascularity, their arid dryness, and their saran-wrapped skin that is bulging from the ever expanding muscle from within.  Every night before I get my anabolic regenerating sleep, I visualize my ascension to the top of the Anabolic Mountain, where I will take my place amongst the greats and show everyone how vascular and hard I can be.  I will not be a marshmallow, I will be hard like Dorian.

Building your body up doesn't lose the insecurity. You can only do it in your mind.

Building the body up makes it worse because of the effort you are putting into your body, you worry about how you look constantly. I got to the point where i knew i looked great and stopped worrying and just trained and ate without thinking. Then i changed mentally. But until then i was fucked.

[The Grim Lifter]

I see Flex Wheeler, as he got bigger he got more confident.  So did Ronnie Coleman.  You can see after his 8 Olympia titles he exuded even more Alpha characteristics.  And then there is Jay Cutler and Branch Warren.  They are at the tops of their games, and you can tell how outgoing, jovial and confident they are in their public appearances, they embody what the ultimate Alpha males are.

Look at skinny-fat people like Bill Gates, with his big glasses you can tell how insecure he is, hiding behind those frames.  No matter how much money or success he has he will always be a beta because of his frail frame and inability to bench press even his own shoes (without the socks!!).  This logic even a 4 year old understands.

My mistake. Who's gimmick is this? Or r you really like this. Fuck this is a hard one to tell.

[pellius]

I see Flex Wheeler, as he got bigger he got more confident.  So did Ronnie Coleman.  You can see after his 8 Olympia titles he exuded even more Alpha characteristics.  And then there is Jay Cutler and Branch Warren.  They are at the tops of their games, and you can tell how outgoing, jovial and confident they are in their public appearances, they embody what the ultimate Alpha males are.

Look at skinny-fat people like Bill Gates, with his big glasses you can tell how insecure he is, hiding behind those frames.  No matter how much money or success he has he will always be a beta because of his frail frame and inability to bench press even his own shoes (without the socks!!).  This logic even a 4 year old understands.

One of the reasons so many take up bodybuilding is because they are insecure. This doesn't apply to guys like Coleman and Jay because they are successful at life. A typical recreational bodybuilder can be quite a pathetic sight. When I use to work at a gym I remember once asking a typical gym rat who use to compete in local shows if he was down in weight. He immediately got defensive and asked what I meant. That he was more ripped or smaller. I just said he looked a little smaller and asked if he's been sick lately. That pathetic mofo immediately took off his shirt and started hitting poses for me. One time Dennis Tinnerino walked into Barlow's gym in Torrance, CA for a quick workout in the early 1980s. He was wearing a long sleeve sweat shirt and long sweat pants. After his workout he took off his sweat shirt and started hitting a few poses. Pretty impressive in person. Dude was wide as fuck. He then asked the guy behind the desk what he thought. That alone should tell you something. Asking a complete stranger who for all you know knows nothing about pro bodybuilding. It just so happens that this guy, the manager, did know a lot about bodybuilding and told Dennis that he looked in great shape for off season and had some of the widest shoulders he'd ever seen. And then he mentioned that his legs looked a bit light in his sweat pants compared to his upper body. Tinnerino got noticeably perturbed and immediately dropped his pants in front of everybody and started flexing his legs saying, "What do you mean "small"? Look at this! Check this out! You call this small!"

It was funny and a bit pathetic. A grown ass man dropping his pants in public so it's bunched up around his ankles showing his red panties and flexing his legs demanding quad/calf appreciation. But that's how bodybuilders are. Always checking themselves out. Always trying to impress others. I knew a guy who when we were at a club use to duck away to the bathroom and do some dips in the handicap stall before he would approach a woman. Only bodybuilders do shit like that and think people really give a shit.

Bill Gate insecure? LOL! Believe it or not there are actually some people in this world who don't give a rat's ass about big muscles. They're called adults and grown ups. Try telling Donald Trump he's insecure because he doesn't have big muscles and a six pack.
 

[pellius]

I used to think that money and professional accomplishments were the key to success, the key to attracting women.  But I now realize that the type of women the are attracted to money and outward success are whores.  They do not appreciate the person for who you are.  But if you have a nice physique, not some faggy beach physique, but a real man physique, we're talking 220-250 6%, you attract women for you and only you.  They don't care about the money, they care about the man.  No amount of money can buy that.

LOL! And I was taking you seriously. You got me, brah. Well played.

[DK II]

you miss the all hormone intake,,the actual orals and injects of pure hormones,,clenbuterol is nothing,,they use HORMONES!,,rest of the balonie is funny and it is pretty much reality ,,i have yet to meet a fitness girl that was not very easy to get ,,and that wasnt really  into muscular fellas,,its like they are deer in the headlight when they see big lean fellas,, they really really will fuck you with zero problem i had it so many times i cant even count,,only thing is  you need to make sure to never get in relashiponship with them ,,if you fuck them you got to do it once twice and thats it,,they are very psycotic ,,very very emotional unstable and remember you are a bodybuilder! you are the one who is the needy and emotional unstable you cant let the fitness whore take it away from you ,,

gh15 approved

[DK II]

Donald Trump is totally insecure, he hides behind his big suits and big hair.  And his money is beyond fake, all bankrupt, this is leveraged on that is leveraged on false money.  I think if he worked out he would feel completely different.

It is common practice to fill up the muscles with blood before any encounter with a woman.  You wouldn't leave the house without combing your hair, buttoning your shirt, or tying your shoes.  So why should you approach women without your pecs and quads being full and your arms and calves being vascular?  Bodybuilders have that option, regular people don't.

I agree, putting ANYONE on steroids, HGH, insulin and DNP will make them feel much better. 

[mossel]

the ephedrine, dnp, clen, t3, hgh, igf stack while on palumbo's diet always make me feel better.... and positive and happy...

[MORTALCOIL]

Brospore: setting a new standard in stupidity for the Getbig gimmick.

[DK II]

the ephedrine, dnp, clen, t3, hgh, igf stack while on palumbo's diet always make me feel better.... and positive and happy...

And if you ever get unhappy, simply stack some amphetamine or crack to the mix. 

[spude]

This is golden proof that GH15 is nothing but a loser gimmick living in Grammy's basement or even guesthouse on the other side of the swimming pool.

Bodybuilders are NOT needy, they have the muscles and conditioning that will always provide for them.  As one gets larger and more ripped, the confidence increases, the self-assuredness soars, and nothing can stop the ultimate alpha.  Those who think that bodybuilders are needy and insecure obviously are fakers and have never achieved the status of a true Iron Demigod.  Only when you can sit at 280 and 5% bf can you know what it is to be king of the world.

ooooOOOOOOHHHHH brotha!

[_bruce_]

Building your body up doesn't lose the insecurity. You can only do it in your mind.

Building the body up makes it worse because of the effort you are putting into your body, you worry about how you look constantly. I got to the point where i knew i looked great and stopped worrying and just trained and ate without thinking. Then i changed mentally. But until then i was fucked.

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