By: a guest on Jun 26th, 2012
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What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little manlet? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in Engineering, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Planet Fitness, and I have over 300kg confirmed leg press. I am trained in skate board squats and I'm the highest ranked youtube fitness poster on the entire Internet. You are nothing to me but just another skinnyfat faggot. I will wipe you the fuck out with my natty physique the likes of which has never been seen before in the gym, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of /fit/izens across the USA and your workout is being critiqued right now so you better prepare for the "read the fucking sticky" storm. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your "shredded bod". You're fucking dead, Zyzz. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can curl you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my dumbbells. Not only am I extensively trained in at-home workouts, but I have access to the entire protein arsenal of Bodybuilding.com and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable sweat off the face of the leg press machine, you little tinychimp. If only you could have known your parents before they killed themselves, Alex, and what unholy retribution your little "DYEL" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held off on the creatine. But you couldn't, you didn't even lift, and now you're paying the price, you shoulda done SS you goddamn idiot. I will shit protein farts all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo, and I'm all natural. Come at me.