Pitbull954
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Beau said:
Alright thanks for your help. I guess I will just go play with them. Thanks for saving me some cash, no nolva for me :cheers:
Squeezing Nipples....
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Alright thanks for your help. I guess I will just go play with them. Thanks for saving me some cash, no nolva for me :cheers:
tomall2
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So what you're saying is, when your fingers get tired of pinching your nipples looking for gyno, you should just place your fingers on something else like a horney nose and then take naked pictures for Jay and finally accept that your triple double d breast size is from working your chest hard that day? Thanks guys, this thread has saved me from having to start one for that very same question! :lol:
Search has paid off again.
Search has paid off again.
Beau
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OK, here is the latest: A recent article in "a well respected sports magazine" claimed that Jim “Catfish” Hunter became know as “Catfish” due to an odd “Gyno-esque” reaction of pro-hormones that, over time, caused his nipples to closely resemble blue catfish, complete with deeply forked tails.
According to the article, teammate Johnny Lee “Blue Moon” Odom was quoted as saying: “You know, Catfish was forever a-tuggin’ on his nipples on account of his gyno. Well, one thing leads to another, and before you know it old Catfish had sprouted a couple of whiskery-looking, blue scaled, radio dial-like knobs on his chest. The man became some kind of freak. We all knew the whole mustache thing was just an attempt to divert attention away from his chest."
This being yet another example of the downsides to impulsive nipple pulling.
According to the article, teammate Johnny Lee “Blue Moon” Odom was quoted as saying: “You know, Catfish was forever a-tuggin’ on his nipples on account of his gyno. Well, one thing leads to another, and before you know it old Catfish had sprouted a couple of whiskery-looking, blue scaled, radio dial-like knobs on his chest. The man became some kind of freak. We all knew the whole mustache thing was just an attempt to divert attention away from his chest."
This being yet another example of the downsides to impulsive nipple pulling.
RenegadeRows
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"whiskery-looking, blue scaled, radio dial-like knobs" ROFLMAO.
Beau
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Well now, thank you for that.
But lets now dwell on more serious matters. Most would agree there is a huge debate going on in this country.
About half the people, upwardly mobile, intelligent and those prone to episodic programming on the Discovery Channel, claim that thrusting lawn darts into your nipples eventually causes gyno. The other half, themselves sports-oriented republicans who in years past were part of the punk rock frenzy, refute this claim. The latter group asserts that gyno is irrefutably (and irreversible) the result of repeatedly listening to “The Idiot”, an album by acclaimed singer Iggy Pop (born James Osterberg) following the disbandment of his proto-punk group the Stooges.
My question: Which claim is correct, and why (please give three examples)?
But lets now dwell on more serious matters. Most would agree there is a huge debate going on in this country.
About half the people, upwardly mobile, intelligent and those prone to episodic programming on the Discovery Channel, claim that thrusting lawn darts into your nipples eventually causes gyno. The other half, themselves sports-oriented republicans who in years past were part of the punk rock frenzy, refute this claim. The latter group asserts that gyno is irrefutably (and irreversible) the result of repeatedly listening to “The Idiot”, an album by acclaimed singer Iggy Pop (born James Osterberg) following the disbandment of his proto-punk group the Stooges.
My question: Which claim is correct, and why (please give three examples)?
Jayhawkk
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Debate position: Lawn Darts induce a GYNO reaction
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2. And while not thrusting the darts into your nipples per se. Jarts or the compitition of Lawn darts requires strength that one would need to use AS to gain the leading edge of such a competitive sport. So, indirectly the use of Lawn Darts leading to the use of AS causes a increased chance of GYNO.
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Notice the similarity of the two images. You will see how through subliminal advertising that the Dart industry wants you to thrust the darts into your chest cavity over and over. Of course this combined with the apparent AS use throughout the dart using community and the irritation of the darts thrown into the chest cavity will cause a GYNO reaction.
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Now obvisouly, since the gov't got involved during the same time as they got involved with AS. One could assume that the links of risks associated with AS use would also be the "serious injury" associated with the use...excuse me the misuse of Lawn Darts.
2. And while not thrusting the darts into your nipples per se. Jarts or the compitition of Lawn darts requires strength that one would need to use AS to gain the leading edge of such a competitive sport. So, indirectly the use of Lawn Darts leading to the use of AS causes a increased chance of GYNO.
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Notice the similarity of the two images. You will see how through subliminal advertising that the Dart industry wants you to thrust the darts into your chest cavity over and over. Of course this combined with the apparent AS use throughout the dart using community and the irritation of the darts thrown into the chest cavity will cause a GYNO reaction.
Beau
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It is all becoming clearer – as a result of your great insight.
I see now that I had failed to acknowledge the unmistakable link between the use (dare I say abuse) of lawn darts and the gyno; lawn darts being only one of many reasons why so many look for an advantage via AS.
Oddly – and as a result of what can only be scribed as subliminal manipulation – after viewing the images you posted, I actually felt an urge to repeatedly plunge a standard issue letter opener in and about my nipples. Coincidence - you may ask? I think not. It clearly was linked to the allure of the concentric rings.
Given the (now) obvious explanation, I can’t help but wonder if there is a similar explanation relative to the purported Iggy Pop connection.
Only time will tell.
I see now that I had failed to acknowledge the unmistakable link between the use (dare I say abuse) of lawn darts and the gyno; lawn darts being only one of many reasons why so many look for an advantage via AS.
Oddly – and as a result of what can only be scribed as subliminal manipulation – after viewing the images you posted, I actually felt an urge to repeatedly plunge a standard issue letter opener in and about my nipples. Coincidence - you may ask? I think not. It clearly was linked to the allure of the concentric rings.
Given the (now) obvious explanation, I can’t help but wonder if there is a similar explanation relative to the purported Iggy Pop connection.
Only time will tell.
brk_nemesis
yea!!!!!
wow u poped a nipple pimple congrads:dance:
GREENFEATHER
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Do y'all know how disturbing this thread is , I'm fukn scarred for life now!!!:icon_lol:
Beau
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Jim Mills said:
Only in an attempt to further science, I offer the following suggestions:
(1) Romaine lettuce; plenty of romaine lettuce. Do yourself a favor; however, and just don't ask for too many details about its adminsitration (although one might want to consider having a spouse or really close friend with a digital camera hang around); or
(2) What the heck – throw caution to the wind – give that Iggy Pop thing a whirl (he is, after all, widely acknowledged as the godfather of punk).
Incidentally, I understood the proper spelling is “colon”, not “coalon”.
Beau
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Look Jim, I’ll do what I can – but I’m not the least bit comfortable with this; so I want to be frank - I hope my willingness to help doesn’t ostracize me from the other readers or cause you undue anguish.
Remember – you are in dire straights here. You've got to assume responsibility for this.
OK, with that said, here is the Iggy Pop thing, at least as I understand it based on my research (please note – I seriously doubt ANY double blind testing has been done). In any case, you’ve been warned:
You’ve obviously found a photo of Iggy Pop, Good start. From the looks of it, he has a long standing association with AS. One needs only to look at his musculature – it speaks for itself. Now then, you’ll need to secure the following: (1) a TV guide, (2) a 20 oz bag of Kraft miniature marshmallows, and (3) a CD of Pop’s album “The Idiot”. I’ll assume you’ve got those handy.
On “The Idiot” you’ll find a song titled “Tiny Girls”. I gather most of us already know it, but in case you don’t – here are the lyrics:
Well the day begins
You don't want to live
'Cause you can't believe
In the one you're with
'Cause you know her tricks
And you know her past
When she makes a face
You just have to laugh
And you feel like such a know-it-all
When you only want just a tiny girl
And you hope she'll sing.
So you turn around
Toward the tiny girls
Who have got no tricks
Who have got no past
Yea that's what you think
And you hope she'll sing
But she sings of greed
Like a young banshee
And she wants for this
And she wants for that
What did you think.
OK, then; you may need to keep these lyrics nearby.
Next, in the privacy of your own “special place”, cover your body – head to toe – with the miniature marshmallows. Look – this is no time to skimp; use the entire bag. How you get them to adhere to you – well, I’d rather not dwell on that. Suffice it to say, it may require something sebaceous.
Use the TV guide and find a channel playing a marathon of “Diff’rent Strokes”. Yes, that Diff’rent Strokes. For this to work as planned, you must convince yourself you are Arnold Jackson, the character played by Gary Coleman. Yes, that Gary Coleman. Regardless of whatever else you do, you mustn’t say or even think of about the catch phrase "Whatchoo talkin' 'bout, Willis?". Jim - stay with it, we are getting closer.
In your role of Arnold Jackson, you must turn on your CD player and play (you guessed it) Iggy Pop’s “Tiny Girls”. Here is hoping that your CD player has the auto repeat feature, so that only this one song continues to play. Incidentally, you may notice the link between the song title and Coleman’s stature. Now – take your hand and rub your lower abdominal area, as if trying to sooth the pain of nephritis, “Arnold’s” congenital kidney disease. At or about this point, and while rubbing/soothing your kidneys, you need to start chanting “Hey Tiny Girls, I’m a 4' 8" blue-veined love machine”.
OK, now it starts to get weird. After doing this in a mantra-like frenzy for not less than 45 minutes, you will need to change your chant to “Frances Beauvier had my love child”, while thinking about a scantily clad Irene Ryan. I trust that both Frances Beauvier and Irene Ryan are familiar to you, as they are to most red-blooded males.
I believe this will (should) do it. I’m fairly sure you will “find the missing coal” (or whatever euphemism you elect to use) when all this has been done.
Jayhawkk - is that how you understand it?
Remember – you are in dire straights here. You've got to assume responsibility for this.
OK, with that said, here is the Iggy Pop thing, at least as I understand it based on my research (please note – I seriously doubt ANY double blind testing has been done). In any case, you’ve been warned:
You’ve obviously found a photo of Iggy Pop, Good start. From the looks of it, he has a long standing association with AS. One needs only to look at his musculature – it speaks for itself. Now then, you’ll need to secure the following: (1) a TV guide, (2) a 20 oz bag of Kraft miniature marshmallows, and (3) a CD of Pop’s album “The Idiot”. I’ll assume you’ve got those handy.
On “The Idiot” you’ll find a song titled “Tiny Girls”. I gather most of us already know it, but in case you don’t – here are the lyrics:
Well the day begins
You don't want to live
'Cause you can't believe
In the one you're with
'Cause you know her tricks
And you know her past
When she makes a face
You just have to laugh
And you feel like such a know-it-all
When you only want just a tiny girl
And you hope she'll sing.
So you turn around
Toward the tiny girls
Who have got no tricks
Who have got no past
Yea that's what you think
And you hope she'll sing
But she sings of greed
Like a young banshee
And she wants for this
And she wants for that
What did you think.
OK, then; you may need to keep these lyrics nearby.
Next, in the privacy of your own “special place”, cover your body – head to toe – with the miniature marshmallows. Look – this is no time to skimp; use the entire bag. How you get them to adhere to you – well, I’d rather not dwell on that. Suffice it to say, it may require something sebaceous.
Use the TV guide and find a channel playing a marathon of “Diff’rent Strokes”. Yes, that Diff’rent Strokes. For this to work as planned, you must convince yourself you are Arnold Jackson, the character played by Gary Coleman. Yes, that Gary Coleman. Regardless of whatever else you do, you mustn’t say or even think of about the catch phrase "Whatchoo talkin' 'bout, Willis?". Jim - stay with it, we are getting closer.
In your role of Arnold Jackson, you must turn on your CD player and play (you guessed it) Iggy Pop’s “Tiny Girls”. Here is hoping that your CD player has the auto repeat feature, so that only this one song continues to play. Incidentally, you may notice the link between the song title and Coleman’s stature. Now – take your hand and rub your lower abdominal area, as if trying to sooth the pain of nephritis, “Arnold’s” congenital kidney disease. At or about this point, and while rubbing/soothing your kidneys, you need to start chanting “Hey Tiny Girls, I’m a 4' 8" blue-veined love machine”.
OK, now it starts to get weird. After doing this in a mantra-like frenzy for not less than 45 minutes, you will need to change your chant to “Frances Beauvier had my love child”, while thinking about a scantily clad Irene Ryan. I trust that both Frances Beauvier and Irene Ryan are familiar to you, as they are to most red-blooded males.
I believe this will (should) do it. I’m fairly sure you will “find the missing coal” (or whatever euphemism you elect to use) when all this has been done.
Jayhawkk - is that how you understand it?
Jim Mills
Active member
Beau & Jayhawkk, that was brilliant..... Brilliant I say. Worked like a dream. It even slid out with ease... and actually, I found a few other items I've been missing for quite some time. Thank you guys very much and I may post picks later on...... Actually it was kind of fun, may try it again some time in the "very" near future. I'm still missing that damn hammer and framing square. :run:
Jim Mills
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As promised, here are a couple picks..... Note that I did add a couple other products to this experiment.... A couple cookies and two Hershey kisses (peanut butter flavor)...... As you can all see the pick on the top is of the peace of coal I lost for over 17 hours..... So far I feel fine, maybe a little sore but I haven't experienced any side effects..... Do you guys think post Release therapy is a must? Or just plenty of rest?
CallmeClark
Member
This is hands down the oddest thread that I've ever read... anywhere. lol By the way man, I wouldn't call that gyno. You just have some big guy nips. haha. That sucks, but it sure beats gyno. You'll know if you get gyno. There won't be a question. You'll feel a hard growth right behind your nipple and it won't be fatty. It'll be hard. Anyway, you'll develop breast tissue, sensitivity around your nipples, and the eventual breasts. If you're excreting liquid, that's a big problem. You should never be able to squeeze anything out of your nipples... save blood (if you're into that sort of thing.) Anyway, don't worry. A lot of folks think that they have gyno. Hell, a lot of them probably think themselves into a case of it. Your's doesn't even look close. Heh, no offense if that's what you were shootin' for. lol Thanks again for the thread, I got a kick out of it.
stxnas
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Just food for thought, but my nips got like that when I started really bulking. I attribute it to excess fat in the pectorial area. I don't know how lean you are, but if you recently started putting on some BF that might be what you are experiencing. I don't have any conclusive scientific studies to support this, but...
CallmeClark
Member
Some folks are just prone to some mild gyno. It happens. If you're really worried about it, try some EstroX before goin' all out with Nolva. Now, if you have a bad case of it, obviously you're going to want to go with the Nolva. But, just a little puffiness or fat build up... go for EstroX.
Jim Mills
Active member
Ya know, Every time I do a cycle... I find myself always pushing in on my nipples but I never pinch them. I think If you just push in on them you would definitely feel some fatty tissue behind them..... Then again, maybe your squeezing them so hard, your fatty tissue is turning into liquid.
Beau
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Jim Mills said:
Six words: "Catfish" Hunter, Lawn Darts, Iggy Pop
Need I say more?
Men, this is science. Lets not rationalize things absent having a well founded theory on which to build. It is just too darn risky.
In the words of the now-departed Frances Beauvier “Ohh Andy”, rephrased slightly was Irene Ryan’s equivalent utterance “Je-edddd!”. In other words, fellas, we just can’t be too cautious with gyno.
Think about it this way - even Fred Grandy, TV’s “Gopher” on the Love Boat, eventually stopped being shown shirtless from the waste up do to excessive abdominal adipose tissue and the resulting aromatase-induced gyno. Guys, not to understate what we bring to the table, but none of us are a Fred Grandy, now are we?
Although not widely well known, Grandy's problem worsened and - eventually (and following a little “work”) Grandy had to change his name. In fact, Fred Grandy - never able to completely overcome gyno - is now known as “Charo”. Many suspect a similar fate is responsible for giving us the acting prowess of Ms. Beauvier. Although kept on a "hush-hush" basis for decades, industry insiders now widely acknowldge Ms. Beauvier was never seen at the same media events as contemporary (and fellow portly) actor Edgar Buchannon.
Sad but true.
Jim Mills
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Beau said:
For some damn reason Beau, your just not normal.... Now I don't mean that in a bad way..... It's just your so full of.. how should I say it...... Fvcking (weird) information...... All I know is my reps went out of control. :blink: and I finally passed the hammer.... This isn't your ordinary hammer either..... Take a look and see why it really hurt.
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Beau
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Jim Mills said:
The hammer you've posted, I believe, is a Samoan tattoo hammer. Now, mind you, I know nothing of tattoos .....
Re normal - I should offer a little insight. I am actually very much a "white bread and mayonnaise" type of guy (e.g., I don’t drink, have three great kids, faithful husband, etc.). I always though being a creative goofball “came easy” to everyone. I’ve since learned differently.
Professionally, with what I do/manage, I don’t have much of a creative outlet. I suppose I do in a lot of ways (after all they pay me to find solutions, and to manage corporate functions to do the same); but not the sort of creative absurdity – ala’ David Letterman. No, not the homogenized, toned down Letterman of the CBS era, but the “real” Letterman from the early NBC days. The kind of creativity that enables one to envision a man donning a Alka Seltzer suit and submerging himself into a tank of water. And why would a man do so? Just because. The same type of rationale one would use to explain why he might own copies of “Repo Man”; both in VHS and DVD. The same type of reason on would memorize a good deal of the dialog from the Monty Python “Hungarian Tobacconist” skit, give your kids about 20 different nicknames; you get the drift.
I get a kick out of having fun like this. I like reading (and hope others do as well) things that make me think “wow, how in the dog wamp did he come up with that?”, and shake my head laughing. Take a second and look back at the genesis of this thread. It progressed from a somewhat normal question (although, for the life of me, I don’t see why one would squeeze their (own) nipples “REALLY” hard), and then took a few turns. Notice these turns were not mean-spirited of at someone’s expense, they were a collection of people throwing in odd comments. You know, one begets another, begets another …. Sort of like the things guys do when drinking – and eventually one really drunk guy says “Hey watch this” and then does something that takes on a life of its own (frequently, never to be forgotten). Along the lines of a misplaced piece of coal.
One might guess, with many of the obscure references I use, that I watch a tremendous amount of TV. Actually I watch very little TV. Still, I think it is a great deal of fun to use some odd entertainment or sports references – in ways that make little, if any, sense. I would guess, prior to having these names thrown in the hat, most who have read this thread haven’t spent an enormous amount of time wondering what Fred Grandy is doing, or trying to figure out the name of the actress who played Aunt Bea. I think it is sort of cool to use these icons in totally out of character ways. The same thing for making it appear that some people would actually know of the song Tiny Girls (a confession, I’ve heard a few Iggy Pop songs – but nothing off “The Idiot”). When is the last time you heard the name "Blue Moon" Odom (or heard his real first/middle name)? To me that is part of the fun.
Jim – here is the scary part – this stuff just rolls off the keyboard. Other than correcting typos, I spend almost no time actually thinking this stuff up. It just runs it own course. This I promise: I’ve never once thought about what I would say or how I would respond if someone would reply to a thread. Now that would take all the fun out of it..
Perhaps the most unusual of all: In the threads I take the time to participate in, probably 75% of the time I try to offer some (hopefully sound) advice and suggestions on how to deal with troublesome matters (depression, girlfriend cheating, etc.). Now the other 25% is just pure mayhem, stuff like this thread.
Normal? I guess not. That wouldn't be any fun.
Jim Mills
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BigVrunga said:
and I like to cut the cheese. :gas:
On another note: Beau should write a book..... Maybe call it "Weird and Practical Solutions" . A book that doesn't make to much sense, but you have a very hard time putting it down... I already have a book cover picked out.
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Beau
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Jim Mills said:
Marcus. A stoic philosopher. In the Greco-Roman days it was believed that stoicism taught self-control, fortitude and detachment from distracting emotions. Occasionally interpreted as having a lackadaisical attitude to pleasure or pain, stoic philosophy was instead believed to allows those who practice(d) it to become clear thinking and unbiased, resulting in an improvement of the individual’s spiritual well-being.
Obscure records suggest that neither Fred Grandy nor fellow Love Boat cast mate Ted Lange followed stoic philosophy.