On The Juice
I don’t like to get too inside, here, but indulge me a mental image some of you will enjoy a lot:
In the weight room of our gym, there is a small contingent of dedicated powerlifters. Not the sculpted bodybuilder type, the massive East German powerlifting type. One of them looks enough like Zeepdoggie that we refer to him, internally, as “Big Giant Zeep”. I made inquiries. Turns out they’re no relation, but the resemblance is striking. Imagine the Zeepdizzle if he spent an hour each evening relaxing with a beverage in a hot, bubbling Jacuzzi filled with human growth hormone.
February 22nd, 2008 at 12:07 pm e
I prefer that my hot tub be filled with women whose bosoms have received massive amounts of HGH during the proper time in their development, since the idea of being so buff that I could not masturbate is a tought too depressing to think.