Showing posts with label punching. Show all posts
Showing posts with label punching. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

steroids...

Since that dwarf gave me the ability to take steroids I may as well write about it, no? Here goes


day 1. 
It's funny because I am the one taking steroids yet everyone else seems to be grumpy. Douglas asked if he could call me C-Rod but I told him I prefer C-ambi or Canada M. (arkmcqwire) Fox because I dislike hispanic people. This may or may not have something to do with a wedding I went to over the weekend where I was the only person in attendance without an understanding of the spanish language. 
I watched a few episodes of Eastbound and Down and predicted what was going to happen, naturally, because I am on steroids and so is the main character on that show. I took some drowsy cough medicine but steroids helped me stay awake. 

number of weights lifted: 1
number of home runs hit: 0

day 2. 
While defecating I decided to punch myself in the leg as hard as I fucking could. Three punches later and I felt nothing but greatness. Steroids are awesome. 

number of weights lifted: 4
number of home runs hit: 8