trocar

So given status of indeterminate free time I have decided to work-out everyday for thirty consecutive days, no this isn't any received challenge or goal of lofty virtue, just one man with little inspiration (she's far off). I've been going at nights as this is day four, and what a group of mutants that congeal in a weight room when the sun has retreated. The top three:
1) juice monies - the artificial man augmented by the worst biochemistry has to offer.
2) mid-lifers - older males wishing to regain some youth by talking to every twentysomething girl in their immediate vicinity.
3) fem-bots - females who treat the gym as a fashion show and look down on everyone else not wearing yoga attire.
Oh and there's one more I almost forgot:
4) belligerent cynical jerk - typing right now. "Can I get an amen trocar?" "AMEN"

The train was right packed today, as more and more bodies struggled for space a short fiftysomthing woman squeezed in and pressed her huge boobs all over the front portion of my body. There is no previous experience in my life that prepared me to deal properly with this situation, I think she even smiled at me once.

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I'm issuing an order to everyone gazing at this blog to read this particular tome posthaste. The real beauty of this, one of the grandest passages of all time, is that it was written to be published, nay. But rather to impress a girl. The man is a genius and you deserve this wordgasm. AMEN.

Four people quit my group in one night, however they were quickly replaced by four far better, superior specimens . the path towards world domination is long, however you cannot get there alone, I appreciate all 44 of you.



I'm off to do the evil that I do.