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Johnny football hero has always been good at football. Unfortunately, athleticism doesn’t always adequately compensate for inadequate physical development and Johnny didn’t get his college scholarship. Johnny wasn’t so sharp with words nor was he good at algebra and hoped that his evasiveness and poise on the football field would pay for his tuition. Johnny was always one to make assumptions.

Johnny tried his heart out at the trials but the scouts overlooked his tenacity. Now Johnny is in gym 6 days a week to try and get as big as the other boys. He purchased some somatotrophic hormone from the internet so his bones wouldl grow and consequently, become bigger. Johnny’s pituitary gland, on the other hand, isn’t so happy and has entered into “what the fuck am I meant to do?” mode.

The cynosure of the high school footy team during his junior years, Johnny soon discovered that growing was to be of utmost importance. Johnny drank lots of milk because his parents were small. Johnny’s kidney’s soon started producing kidney stones and when he urinated at school, every once in a while, you’d hear one ricochet off the metal piss panel.
“You pissin’ bullets again”
“I dunno Tommy, but these bullets fuckin’ hurt”

Johnny grew in age and soon got a job working part-time delivering pizzas. If he couldn’t get big and strong enough to get his college scholarship, he feared that he’d be delivering pizzas for the rest of his life. Johnny was scared that he’d end up like some of the people that are the recipients of the pizzas that he delivered.

Johnny had been taking his synthetic hormones for a month and invested in some steroids. His complexion had gone from bleached white to an off yellow and his eyes didn’t look right. His liver wasn’t happy. What were once blue eyes had turned to an American mustard hue. People at the gym, they called him Terminator.
“I’m not juicing—I’ve always had trouble wit’ my liver ’” johnny explained.
“sure, sure”

Johnny was blinded by his massive gains. He’d gone from 160 to 190 in the space of a month.
“Your right bicep... is bigger than your brain” Johhny’s brother Jim said out of concern.
“Shut the fuck up—I’m not doing drugs”
“I never said you were” said Jim knowing full well that his little brother was lying.

Vietnow

Sounds like Johnny has a serious case of the "I'm a stupid fuck-wit so I'll make up for it by destroying my body from the inside-out" syndrome.

J.R.V.A.

D-Nile is not just a river in egypt. Thanks for sharing.

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If it says 620 in the ingredients list, it means there’s a hit of Monosodium Glutamate or MSG lurking inside. When the media finally discovered what the consumption of MSG actually does to one’s brain, it got a hard-on and went into a reporting frenzy. And of course people got angry. Producers of MSG went into damage control. A battery of industry financed studies conducted by reputable universities world-wide attempted to dispel the negative light shun upon the ingestion of MSG.

If it says 621 or 622, it’s similar but it’s not a pure. It’s like shit dope that you need to smoke twice as much of to get even half the buzz of something that’d be deemed “righteous”. Nothing but shitty byproducts which are more profitable because they’re cheaper to make. I try and stay away from these.

Everyone has a drug of choice, mine just happens to be a little aberrant.

Angel

A great touch of reality. It is amazing how often times things control instead of being controlled.

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