Anyone aware? I am so fukin grateful that my mom didn't open it. infact when I got home from school (YES I ****ING WENT FML) she was sitting on the couch, she looked at me, and says, "what's in it"? I had a huge adrenaline rush, I'm like mom here I'll show you. So i ran into my room, opened the package, dumped the original (sensitive) item under my bed, and came down with a bottle of ZMA and a bottle of DIM. I'm like this is what was in it. She smiled, and was like ok.
When I saw it in her hands, the fate of my teenage life was in her hands. Thank you misc. Even though I was forced to go to school. Longest day of my ****ing life
old thread for unawares: http://forum.bodybuilding.com/showth...hp?t=140318593
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12-09-2011, 06:22 PM #1
The package arrived to my house safely. THANK ****ING GOD (SRS)
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you get dat dere cell tech?
Fukin slut. You better fukin believe it. I lift with fukin INTENSITY 5 days a fukin week. Count that sh!t with your fukin fingers you dumbkunt. Bitch, listen. I train for fukin AESTHETICS.
Rest in Peace Zyzz - the epitome of aesthetics
Rep Back 1k+ (say in comment) (Everytime SRS)
Starting Weight: 115 (skinny as fuark)
Current Weight: 155 (avi at 150)
I will be 170 8% by 12/21/12
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12-09-2011, 06:27 PM #18Fukin slut. You better fukin believe it. I lift with fukin INTENSITY 5 days a fukin week. Count that sh!t with your fukin fingers you dumbkunt. Bitch, listen. I train for fukin AESTHETICS.
Rest in Peace Zyzz - the epitome of aesthetics
Rep Back 1k+ (say in comment) (Everytime SRS)
Starting Weight: 115 (skinny as fuark)
Current Weight: 155 (avi at 150)
I will be 170 8% by 12/21/12
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On a cold Friday afternoon, I had come home from school. I had been thinking of the gym all day. I was hungry, didn't have any lunch. In fact, I didn't eat because I spent the money. For the past month I was saving up for something. Something special which I bought at GNC. I was surprised they didn't ask for ID; I was pretty sure the cashier noticed how nervous I was. Anyways, my mom asked my how my day was when I got home, but I ignored her. I have more important things to do. I run to the bathroom and unpack my bag. In my school bag is a white plastic bag from GNC. I open the bag, first removing the receipt and flushing it down the toilet to get rid of the evidence. My heart was racing now. I unpack the creatine monster from the bag.
I wonder what people will be asking me when they see that I will be 50lbs heavier. Should I say I was just eating a lot? I remove the label from the tub and tear it into a thousand small pieces. I flush that down the toilet, too. It is time now. I run up to my room when my mom ask me what I am holding. I panic, sweat drips down my forehead and my teeth chatter. "Mom, it's just for a school project". "What project?" "I don't know mom I just started it!". A tear runs down my cheek. I run upstairs and open the creatine, scooping upservings into a clear water bottle. What have I gotten myself into? I fill it with water and drink it. There is no turning back now. The creatine monster is inside me now, it will control me. What should I do if I die? I cant let my family know about this.
I open the creatine tub and throw it all out the window; a white cloud of mysterious dust sparkles into the wind so graciously. I feel the substance taking control of me; I am now the monster. I walk downstairs, its time to work out; time to get big. Now I worry, I don't want to get too big; people will think I use steroids. I do use steroids. No I don't. Creatine. All I see is the weights now, I am almost downstairs when I hear "Do you want a cookie I just baked". I know I do not have time for this **** now. "No mom I do not want a cookie" I walk in the basement and drop to my knees before the weights, tears running down my cheeks. I turn to the right and look at myself in the mirror. Oh god, what have I done? I didn't write this
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- Join Date: Feb 2011
- Location: Calgary, Alberta, Canada
- Age: 36
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ITT: The creatine monster has taken a hold of op.
What have you done op!***Canadian Crew***
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I believe in morality, which is doing what is right regardless of what I'm told... Not in religion, which is doing what I'm told regardless of what is right.
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Clean/press - 205x2
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Without delay i grabbed my gym bag and headed out the door, stopping for a moment to consider hiding this dangerous substance should i die in the gym. I clutched my bag and scrambled to my car. On arriving at the gym I consumed the creatine beast and clutched my mens health magazine as tears rolled down my face, i had gone down the path of no return. I sat in my car until the initial effects wore off. Exploding into Ballys i quickly flashed my badge and ran to the drinking fountain to replenish my bodies need for water. My muscles were straining, The creatine steroids were transforming my body into the brad pitt physique body builders yearn to achieve. I knew the worst was yet to come.
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