Also, totes appreciate the kind words.
And on that note...
Went to a cook-off last night to support my beef-slinging dude (hence the consumption of cervezas). Stomach is wrecked today. A bunch of beers and a boatload of dead animals will do that to ya.
And now I have to deadlift.
This could be dangerous. Scratch that. This WILL be dangerous.
I've got of one them journal thingies. One Night At McCool's
Also, totes appreciate the kind words.
I've got of one them journal thingies. One Night At McCool's
*waits for the next installment of Hilarity at McCool's*
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You make your choices, and you live with them. In the end, you are those choices.
"Strength is the mental and physical fortitude to endure, resilience to bounce back, and force to create change, allowing you to thrive in any circumstance and through any adversity." TrPAssassin
I'm on vacation, dudes!
It wasn't planned. Well it was and it wasn't. About two years ago the missus and I were like, "Dude, we need to take a vacation." Then 730 days later, and after a triplet of really shitty clients, I packed up the car, the baby, and the wife and we headed out to parts unknown.
I've eaten like shit, felt like shit, and lost about 8 pounds (no bueno), but we've had fun.
I've had to train at local gyms for the last week, and as it turns out I really shouldn't be allowed into these places. Can't use chalk. Can't swear. Can't drop weights. Can't swear. Must wear a shirt. Can't fucking swear. One place even had the nerve to send their portly "personal trainer" over to tell me I'm not allowed to do OLY lifts. Dudes, you should've seen the look on his face. It was like he was being forced to tell a hungry cannibal that there was only vegemite left in the kitchen.
Made me a bit homesick.
Except for the shitty clients.
Also, Mrs. McCool made fun of me because I tuck my shirt in when I workout. I like to look professional.
I'm sure I'll have more stories when i get home Monday, but until then here's a picture of me 8 pounds underweight with my shirt tucked in. Feel free to make fun.
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I've got of one them journal thingies. One Night At McCool's
Also, because he's my little dude, here's Hawk.
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I've got of one them journal thingies. One Night At McCool's
damn son, you're scrawny
you got a cute little hawk there![]()
"more you is like extra bacon with my food" - my bay <3
beautiful
yeah you are
would youuuu like a discount?
I've got of one them journal thingies. One Night At McCool's
1) When did it become acceptable for dudes to shave their crotch fuzz and wear their shorts so low I can see the base of their shaft?! How do they even lift without their dong flapping about like a garden hose strapped to a rabid cat? Ridiculous.
2) Speaking of ridiculous, how come Game of Thrones, a manly beardly show with swordfights and fisticuffs, has an average nudity level of 3 cocks to 1 breast? Re-DICK-ulous.
3) It should be socially acceptable as well as a moral obligation for any food capable of being eaten with a large wooden mixing spoon to be done so without ridicule or having to answer many questions on why am I eating a salad and steak with a spoon, and why did I bring said spoon to a fancy restaurant.
I've got of one them journal thingies. One Night At McCool's
1, about 3 weeks, 2 days, 14 hours and 27 seconds ago. approximately
2, i don't know what game of thrones you're watching, all i see is breast and ladybutts. maybe the gay porn version?
3, haters gonna hate
"more you is like extra bacon with my food" - my bay <3
beautiful
yeah you are
would youuuu like a discount?