I'll tag along, you seem like decent people. Consider yourself stalked.
dear mister nicmccool
although this is a diary i can't help but think i should read it as well, since you're terrible at hiding it and stuff
sincerely,
your diary reading reader
"more you is like extra bacon with my food" - my bay <3
beautiful
yeah you are
would youuuu like a discount?
I'll tag along, you seem like decent people. Consider yourself stalked.
"No fate but what we make"- Sarah Connor, Terminator 2
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
My Primal Battle Tome
The Force is telling me of a brewing epicness here....
"Go For Broke"
Fat Kine-230/24% @ 6'2"
Small Kine-168/9%
Now- 200/8%
Goal- 210/6%
Why shy away from world domination because of crowds in these days of internet carryons? You could be the ultimate puppet master from afar. No excuses. I offer my services to bounce strategy and ideas for your evil plans.
Threesome? Well....
a threesome never works if you are all planning on worldwide domination, each person gets suspicious the other two are plotting against them. Only agree to take 1 other person to the end, never two
If you meant the other threesome, well, I ... my mind is considering the logistics. I shall leave to cogitate...and look for instructive diagrams
Last edited by katemary; 06-22-2012 at 08:36 AM. Reason: add pictorial references, I am not shy to admit
True story: I only drink out of mason jars. This has nothing to do with anything, just figured you all would like to know.
Preface: "Bull" is a stronger man than I. At 47 years old he's got his pro card and instead of driving home normally carries his '73 Dodge Dart on his back. "Kat" is my receptionist. She knows I hate the smell of fingernail polish, so she insists on reapplying her black paint daily. She has three very large tattoos of Bingo, her bulldog. "Dirk" is my protege. Young kid, 19 years old, but built like an ox. More than likely you'll see him on tv in the next WSM, or on some bachelor-type show. "Mrs. McCool". My wife. 'Nuff said.
This morning after our AM workout Dirk, Bull, and I got a bit ... "juvenile".
Bull: Nic, get that boy of yours to make us some breakfast. A REAL breakfast. Not that pussy strawberry shake shit he's always sipping on.
Dirk: It's just protein, Bull.
Bull: Don't ya get enough of that from your boyfriend?
Me: Easy dude. D, grab us some eggs from the fridge.
Dirk: Can’t Kat get ‘em.
Kat: I’m an assistant, not a waitress.
Me: You’re a receptionist.
Kat: Whatever.
At the exact same moment as Dirk brought the eggs the power went out (old warehouse, this tends to happen a bit).
Me: Now how are we going to make breakfast?
Bull: Rocky it?
Me: Fuck no, dude.
Dirk: What’s “Rocky it”?
Bull: Now we HAVE to.
This is when things got … weird (well, weird is normal for us). We had worked on a bit of grip strength today so that carried into breakfast. First it was a competition to see who could crush and then eat the most eggs in 10 seconds with just their hands. Then once Bull lost to D it was egg under the chin, neck strength crush. And then Kat wanted to get involved so it was between the knees egg squeeze. But, of course, Kat wasn’t about to eat raw eggs, and I can’t let food go to waste, so I was under her catching the yolk in my mouth while she was squeezing the egg with her thighs and the other two dumb oafs were cheering us on like idiots.
And then my wife walked in.
Luckily she knew what she was getting into when we got married.
Mrs. McCool: I’m just glad you all weren’t in the mood for bacon.
I've got of one them journal thingies. One Night At McCool's
I've got of one them journal thingies. One Night At McCool's
Today's workout:
AM
Grip Work
Prowler
PM
Log press
Balance press
Lateral delt raise off balance
Lateral delt hold
Front delt raise squatted
Front delt hold squatted
Squatting kb press (I fucking hate this exercise dude)
Squatted reverse flies
I've got of one them journal thingies. One Night At McCool's