I recently decided to trade in my b cups for some pecks. It's not a decision made lightly because it also means that I'm going to hurt, a lot. For over a month, on most days, I won't be able to walk right. My arms will be as strong and helpful as a babies. Hours of my week will be spent tormenting myself and all my favorite foods will be verboten. However, with this sacrifice will come more energy, confidence, the gaze of the ladies and probably the men too. As well as the ability to run really far and bench press buses. Eventually I will master flight, mind reading, and the ability to throw fire balls out of thin air. *Hodukin!* In the grand scheme of things, I will likely live forever and my looks will age like a vampires. I think this is the right decision for me because who doesn't want all of that shit?

I recently decided to trade in my b cups for some pecks. It's not a decision made lightly because it also means that I'm going to hurt, a lot. For over a month, on most days, I won't be able to walk right. My arms will be as strong and helpful as a babies. Hours of my week will be spent tormenting myself and all my favorite foods will be verboten. However, with this sacrifice will come more energy, confidence, the gaze of the ladies and probably the men too. As well as the ability to run really far and bench press buses. Eventually I will master flight, mind reading, and the ability to throw fire balls out of thin air. *Hodukin!* In the grand scheme of things, I will likely live forever and my looks will age like a vampires. I think this is the right decision for me because who doesn't want all of that shit?