Zero V
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Its an article on T-Nation, that has some HILARIOUS punch lines, but still holds some facts. Interesting ones at that.
here are some exceprts
But I don't remember any of this stuff when I'm talking to a beautiful woman. Instead, I feel like I'm a small boy again, wheezingly begging my somewhat stern father for an advance on my allowance so I can buy my asthma medicine.
Predictably, KanDee didn't go home with me. Instead, she went home with this guy who looked like the lovechild of Gollum and Shia Labeouf who, God knows why, wasn't intimidated by her beauty.
Frustrated beyond belief, I walk home to that which is my metallic mother, father, and secret lover—my garage gym. I strip naked and in-between sets of nude gladiator deadlifts, I channel the albino guy from The Da Vinci Code and flagellate the power rack with my penis while sobbing uncontrollably in an attempt to exercise and exorcise the blond demon, KanDee, from my pants and my soul.
But its interesting. Yet at the same time, the only time I ever squatted 375 10 times and re-racked it with no help, was when the cheerleaders came in to squat with the wrestling team in highschool. Whats a hemorrhage in the eye anyways...
Yet lately I have noticed, the less I worry about women in a day, I have explosive workouts. The more I let my mind think about women and stress, I have poop workouts...
Its interesting... Input?
Its an article on T-Nation, that has some HILARIOUS punch lines, but still holds some facts. Interesting ones at that.
here are some exceprts
But I don't remember any of this stuff when I'm talking to a beautiful woman. Instead, I feel like I'm a small boy again, wheezingly begging my somewhat stern father for an advance on my allowance so I can buy my asthma medicine.
Predictably, KanDee didn't go home with me. Instead, she went home with this guy who looked like the lovechild of Gollum and Shia Labeouf who, God knows why, wasn't intimidated by her beauty.
Frustrated beyond belief, I walk home to that which is my metallic mother, father, and secret lover—my garage gym. I strip naked and in-between sets of nude gladiator deadlifts, I channel the albino guy from The Da Vinci Code and flagellate the power rack with my penis while sobbing uncontrollably in an attempt to exercise and exorcise the blond demon, KanDee, from my pants and my soul.
But its interesting. Yet at the same time, the only time I ever squatted 375 10 times and re-racked it with no help, was when the cheerleaders came in to squat with the wrestling team in highschool. Whats a hemorrhage in the eye anyways...
Yet lately I have noticed, the less I worry about women in a day, I have explosive workouts. The more I let my mind think about women and stress, I have poop workouts...
Its interesting... Input?