Keep chasing your roid inflated shirt wearin' numbers in the gym bro. As the saying goes for me, been there done that. Before you were an itch in Daddy's wee wee.
I did 405 on the Hammer Incline bench for 13 last night. You couldn't move it with help. I do some GH now and then but I am clean.
You're right, at age 65, I probably couldn't budge it. I'm not trying to, when I was chasing numbers I did big numbers for the weight class. As I said, been there done that. You do you and knock off the hand puppet talk. You have no idea sometimes who you run into. And LOL to the clean, you've been on EVERYTHING at one time or another.
Fuck off snowflake. You can have my address. It's pretty here and lots of skiing. WTF does it matter that I've taken gear? It won't matter when you're unconscious. Implicit/explicit threats don't work for me. I am broken in that way. I'll fight anyone. And the senior demo is the least of my troubles... you think?
I'm sure you're broken in, I believe you mentioned you were a North Shore party boy a time or two. Nobody is threatening you but in most threads you feel threatened. Just another nick to place on ignore. Hope you find happiness someday, somehow.
Here's a true story! 2019! MARSOC dude. 26yo. 6'4" 210. Too lean. Local kid on leave. I am nearly 2x his age. My middle kid won his first regional track meet 800m and set a record as a Freshman. We're celebrating and this loser is loaded (many bong rips) and he's 3-4 feet off my bumper on rt 431 westbound to Montreux. I wave him on to pass and he construes it as my flipping him off. I turn off on to Callahan Rd as we're gated and I don't want a scene in front of the guard hut. He follows me into the local park and comes running up to the car with his right hand in his jacket pocket fronting that he's armed. He gets too close and gets popped with a left. Goes down. 30 seconds later he goes for round 2 and gives up his back and gets slammed. Loses two teeth. Local sheriff drives by and orders me off the kid. Tells me to go home after a pic of my DL. 1Y later I am getting snow tires changed for my kid's car at Les Schwab. I am sitting there waiting for the car and the guy walks through the door and immediately recognizes me. Walks over and politely asks if he can sit at my table. I agree and he is super apologetic; PTSD (riiiight), therapy, etc., and grabs us both some coffee. We sit there five mins and he goes on that the dental work cost him three months pay (they get full Dental) and starts tapping the table with his knuckles. He lunges. ofc it was telegraphed and he gets popped again! A dozen witnesses. Two hours of investigation in the S Reno Les Schwab tire center.