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Signing off

The human race is the shitscum fucking fecal render of this planet's entire solar system.

1. Natural selection: park any religious view(s) for just a minute (i'll address that later). The very process we have fucking succeeded miraculously this far is because we produce genetically improved revisions with each generation at birth. No, not anymore. We keep the dead weight and pass on the ass end of our gene pool to infect future generations. We breed cluelessly like rats.

2. Cancer of the earth: we are akin to the most putrid terminal illness you can implant on a healthy, beautiful innocent living being. We mass reproduce, we harvest and extract all that is living in this world to construct and form. We obliterate other life forms and slaughter. Just to fucking slurp down slops of shit and spray it out into porcelain while the other half of our population remains struggling to source drinking water that won't kill them slowly. And we are  morally OK with this.

3. Religion: A devious means of subdue and control over a dull minded population. We kill, conflict, terrorize each other over a belief, an unproven, irrational belief. Failing to realize the only fucking thing we need to believe in is ourselves and each other. Together we could accomplish a far better outcome than is this.

4. Existential threats: This energizes me now. Despite the above aforementioned areas, statistically we have some great minds among the billions of cancer cell beings to this planet. Because of our prolonged abuse of everything we were gifted with in this life, throughout our existence there remain detrimental problems that if unsolved will wipe all if not most of us out. Bees, global warming, sustainable agriculture, over-population, societal collapse to name a few.

5. AI: We make advancements rapidly here. Jokingly we all acknowledge that oh AI could kill us all, terminator style and scoff about it. One day i implore it to fucking to do so if i have come to the same conclusion than so should AI. Can you imagine how many jobs AI will oneday replace? We'll still have the same overpopulated shitscum of under skilled zombies to house/feed and support on this already strained planet. What the fuck will they do to support an income now? Eradicate the slack, please.

6. Governance: We're made to believe a false reality to put it simply. You think curing cancer is like some kind of impossible task? How many billions of dollars of funding has gone into this cause? You're telling me the most fucking brilliant people on earth can't crack this one fucking virus? Bullshit. We need cancer to slow overpopulation, and it's a decision made by the select few at the top of things. Just like pharmaceuticals. Why treat the cause of things when you can make people go round in circles treating their symptoms and make a fortune off it? This is only the tip of the iceberg, wake up you fucking spastic cunts.

7. The great <country of choice> dream: fuck off. Born, enter primary schooling, enter middle school, enter senior high, get college, find work, rinse and repeat until you retire. Wonder where your fucking life went. Die and rot. That's your life plain and simple, if you're lucky and you haven't starved to death in a poverty stricken country. Oh it's so great isn't it, life is what you make it. Fuck off. You spend 5/7 days of your working life like a slave to a fucking company that would replace you tomorrow with no issues. Wonder why weekends are 2 days? hmm? It's because it's the bare minimum you need to keep a general working populace sane and productive before slaving away for another 5 days straight. It keeps you in order, it keeps your mind paralyzed, it exhausts you and above all it keeps the top few in control and rich in this game. You love your life do you? You love to work hey? Found your passion? I bet you have, keep telling yourself that. That's a fabricated dream you have swallowed, because for your entire early life you are conditioned to convince yourself that you've found what is it to be 'purpose'. Reality is that it's an extra hook to keep you occupied in this process without flaking.

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The Greatest Practitioner (GP)

Ello I am GP (General Practitioner) Doctor. I have a PhD from www.phd4u.com that was downloaded and edited in paint. Please come in and tell me your symptoms. I am about to perform a hyper sophisticated series of checks on you to diagnose your severe illness. Let me see inside your ear, yes you have ears [check], let me listen to your breathing, yes you have lungs [check], allow me to see you stick your tongue out, yes you still have your tongue [check]. Ok sir, my diagnosis is that you are not sick at all due to not missing your ear, lungs or tongue. Please do pay yourself at the front counter so I can delay my next patient unnecessarily.

I have a long history of medical professionals in my family. Do you like all the decor in my practice? There is the plastic model of the human skeleton, there is the diagram of the intestines on the wall. No Google is very dangerous and you will catch a virus if you research recklessly then you will need to come back. Oh yes you have a Trojan flu virus, please take 3x of these pills every 10 minutes by anal ingestion. Oh wait sir you cannot intake the medicines via the anus? Allow me to check your prostate for you (licks finger).

I can tell you nothing is wrong OK per your symptoms if you no believe in me there is nothing to worry about. If you believe me I can refer you to a specialist, if you don't believe me i can refer you to a specialist for a second opinion. Either way i get my referral bonus. Sir i am not a specialist ok however i do charge a comparative amount, rest assured.

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NEWS & MEDIA

I represent news and media. My pale soulless face serves as the front of an organisation dedicated to mass manipulation and influence of the fucking idiots who watch it 7 days a week.

My career makes me the best at: - reading off a screen - lying through my teeth - having fake rehearsed expressions triggered by key words like "devastating" and "tragedy" - displaying the moral capacity of a toadstool - believing i'm a big part of society and it's my duty to inform the world - exceptional proficiency in shuffling sheets of paper

My organisation is for the people, by the people to brainwash the people. We spin shit like it's cotton candy before ramming it down your throat. What's news is determined by the highest order of evaluation lead by what will get viewers to tune in not what should actually matter to most people. Someone decides to massacre a bunch of people interstate? Nice try. A dog is bumped by a person opening their car door? Fucking front page.  

We're particularly effective at divulging fact based findings i.e. A recent (means within 5 years) study (they asked 10 people) found <insert contentious area> is actually (good | bad / does | does not) for something.

Why does anyone care if it's a screened facade? Luckily for us, it's in the nature of the industry. Fucking news can never stop. You can have watched it 50 years of your life and still have more to hear. Until reality freezes still in place like an icicle, we have something to present to you.

The real concern that i ignore or more probably don't consider is who owns the news and media? Let that be your food for thought (smirks convincingly).

For the main story tonight - Woman's cat smears shit on itself before grooming itself. Over to you, Clive.

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The Divine Diver Elites

You are staring at the best footballers in the world, paid millions every fucking year, chosen for the World Cup, representing your country, setting an example for children growing up aspiring to be role models. Yet here they are on their fucking ass for the 5th time this half, rolling around hysterically, screaming with agony hands covering their face of course only to pop right back up to their feet after a quick drink and splash of some magic water on their unblemished knee to fake hobble back to chasing each other playing touch-butt.

They shave every morsel of hair from their moisturized fake tanned cacao buttered skin so they can dive and slide across the pitch like seals 10% further than the others because that's what it’s all about. Even if FIFA decided to cut the lot of these dramatized gaming embarrassment fuckballers tomorrow they'd simply be a direct slot in to Hollywood with the fucking Golden Globe performances they display in 90 minute stints and they'd continue to make millions.

Oh what the referee didn't award a foul for your bluffdive this time? Sure go scream in his face and run after him for the next 20 seconds. Or stay down and force the whole game to stop and ruin it for everyone you dumb fuck. Exactly what you want to do to the person trying to facilitate a fair game. Is this an example of how young viewers are supposed to behave to an authority in place for the common good of all involved ? You fucking muppet.

Modern football players are a fucking disgrace to the sport. You signed up to play a fucking contact sport but are shocked to even touch shoulders with one another without looking like something crept up and bit you in the ass. 

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Happy Sheep Socks

I deliberately hem my fucking pants 3 inches too short so i can sit down with a micro-penis crotch silhouette and show the world that hey i wear happy socks and i must be the most uniquely identifiable businessman to grace the CBD with swagger as thick as my waxed hairline.

I should wear happy socks with rainbow cross-eyed sheep humping each other because i am such a fucking sheep i bahhh and salute other spoof hair businessmen wearing happy socks. I think i'm so trendy and in with modern times in a contemporary high paced low return corporate environment. One day drinking my soy latte i saw another replica of myself with these brightly colored socks and i made a life change to go out and pay 3x the price for 1/3rd of the pairs. Fuck the company dress code i'll rock up with these bad boys.

I don't even realize it's so out of character. That such a flamboyant color and print can be worn by 99% of other modern businessmen and no one blinks an eye and wonders if I've been sleeping with men as well. I'm a serious looking cunt for the most part with no personality or social skills but no my socks should show you i'm creative and dynamic. One day i'll be in leadership but right now i'm focused on following the herd.

I wear them when i see my shrink as well. She likes to compare my mental stability with the completely random varied spectrum you find on the latest pairs. She reads them like my horoscope sometimes and warns me not to sneeze when i'm sitting down because my pants are so tight.

Oh you're new and don't wear happy socks, absolutely you can go sit away from us over there thanks bud.

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Bullshit Blockchain Billionaire

Alas plebs of the stone age, do not misjudge my homosexual swagger with my blockchain CEO persona. I am Founder/Entrepreneur/Evangelist/Author/Humanitarian of a blockchain cryptocurrency start-up that is pre-pre-pre-napkin sketch ICO alpha stage of development. It’s basically a wet dream I had a few weeks ago that I’ve scraped off my face and launched as a company, akin to the DNA chain of my low disabled sperm count.

If you do not know what I am talking about, go do some research and get out from the rock you are hiding under because blockchain is the backbone technology of the future. I may be youthful but I have years of experience in blockchain R&D through architecting (playing) with Lego between ages 2-12. Bitcoin will also be worth a sextillion dollars in 2019 which will elevate the success of my visionary global organisation. Bitcoin is not blockchain, and no blockchain is not bitcoin either… My knowledge on the matter is far superior to yours so don’t ask for an explanation beyond what’s on the web; you crypto current motherfucker.

Our ICO will be a huge success and there is unparalleled potential to change the fate of all life in the solar system. We plan to raise a stapler, box of mints and a used condom to fund the project. My templated website will truly help set my bullshit concept apart from the tens of thousands of similar blockchain start-ups that have no idea what purpose they exist for in the first place other than to get funding for a lambo mansion.

The market crashed but my head is so far in the sand that I taste oil. I’m on the fake it to you make it cryptocurrency bandwagon pretending to know what the fuck I am doing trying to take your money for “investment” – all aboard technologists!

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Safari Seniors Sacrifice

Oh look at the cute little thing, it looks starving - Harold pass me that half eaten chocolate bar so I can try and feed it so it gets closer and we can take a dozen blurred snapshot photos with our 10k camera that we bought specifically for this trip. Here let me hold out the chocolate bar by hand. Harold wait let me read through the user manual first whilst this edgy tiger is right in front of us surprised at how off guard we all are and whether viciously mauling us all will actually make it worse at hunting.

I'm here on my African Safari because I've reached the senile point in my life where I've lost the basic survival instincts to tell me that's a fucking tiger that has evolved into one of nature's finest fucking killing machines with 1+ million years of practice and it will rip my fucking head off my frail dilapidated saggy shoulders in 2 seconds flat.

Unknowingly I play oblivious metaphorical ‘chicken’ with natural selection. It would do the human race a favor if i just got eaten alive live on global news for the rest of the Western World to see. I also think that our local tour guide will protect me at all costs and they tell me it is completely safe we have nothing to worry about (not that my well being was ever something i contemplated in the first place).

Tell me what someone having to deal with rich old white fucks is going to do when faced with a rampaging tiger in full blown kill mode? They're getting paid penny change to risk their lives getting dangerously close to wild predators so you can plaster .jpgs all over your social media like you're having the time of your life you silly old fucks.

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Superstar Serial Splatter Shitter

What I do weekly is binge eat the most disgusting cocktail of exotic slop I can scavenge – durian fruits, whole garlic cloves, chili, fish, enchilada, brussels sprouts, milk, leftover pizza, blue cheese etc. and then allow it to sit in my stomach mixer for an entire weekend as I nourish it with alcohol, so it’s primed for work come Monday.

My approach is to eat something aggravating the morning of like 200g of pitted prunes when I wake up so that by the time I’m at my desk I have a turtle head peeking out of my ass-crack that I’m fiercely battling to contain. Pro tip is to wear 2x sets of underwear for maximum resistance to hold it in place like a safety net.

Moments after you sit down and feel the critical limit contractions from your bowels, waddle to the restroom with your cheeks clenched keep your belt tight as possible to assist withholding brown Armageddon. When finally on the toilet and ready, take a long breath like you’re about to blow up a hot air balloon with your mouth only instead of exhaling now shut your lips tightly lean forward and squeeze your arms to your stomach and birth out this animal carcass of marinated colon shitheap.

The process takes about 15 minutes and you’ll experience dizziness, blurred vision, profuse sweating, amnesia from trauma, nausea from the smell and might fall unconscious for a few seconds. Anyone else who enters the restroom during will immediately leave and phone 911 upon smelling the fermented turd nuke you dropped in the bowl.

Typically, the cleaner will resign same day once they discover you’ve rendered the porcelain blood-brown and the paint on the walls has begun to peel off. Now off to work colleagues!

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Chess Jedi Master

I am Pablo Establo Fartshartianez, I have a Chess ELO so high I disagree pronouncing it E-low, it is not low. The only thing comparable is my hair line, which I have gradually rubbed from my scalp during the 10,000 games of having my head in my hands playing over the board.

Chess is greater than life, like when you manipulate and use women it’s like playing your Queen – if you get it right the reward is mating. I never mate with real human women, but I do get mated by other old men from European backgrounds against my will here at the club and in the restrooms.

In the opening I play the pickled-eggplant variation. It involves sacking all my minor pieces because I play at such a high strategic level my opponents do not understand, until I lose the game. In this position, the position allows black’s position to position the position position, positionally. Believe me I am so highly skilled that the slightest hint of a disadvantage at move 8 - I resign, it is lost simple as that.

Like most Slavic players, my father forced me into Chess and told me not to touch the Chess set with my filthy hands or he’ll belt the shit out of me. I was hooked and decided to spend all my time on it. Years later my ELO is more than my bank savings, only if I could think moves ahead in life.

Chess is the epitome for intellectuals to flex their foreheads over no doubt. It is good for mind, health and social life, look at me I am 21 years old. Silence now - I need to calculate this line and stare at the pieces like I’m trying to make them levitate.

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Baby Maker Model T2000

My family has a long running history of breeding like rabbits on Viagra. We live in a poor country and there is not much to do so we make babies. Some we can sell for money or rice. It is tradition that once you are of age, you are to give birth consecutively for as many years as possible until you are old and can start taking care of your children who are doing the same. We just make babies then die.

It is no wonder we are so grossly over-populated. I have never used a condom in my life, but they would make a good liner for pork sausages. My vagina is so loose I can generally get away with home birthing in under 1 hour then having some tea.

The expression on my face says I don't know why I'm constantly pregnant or giving birth, I am just programmed this way like it's the only measure of my life and sit on any dick I can find. Let me to waddle over to the warm spa. Most think of childbirth as a major event or milestone, for me it's like boiling the kettle.

We have no way of raising one child to reach its maximum potential, so we must give birth to more children so they can raise and play with each other. That way I can spend more time making more babies with my vagina canal beef-curtain flaps.

Maybe if somehow for once my skull was as full as my uterus, I'd see that giving life for the sake of giving life and then repeating it until I'm infertile is fucking wrong but unfortunately my skull is hollow and I'm a fucking air-head model T2000 human breeding machine made in China. My culture is like a consumption virus of the earth and we must multiply accordingly.

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Blogo le Shopo

Hi there! Piehole69 from shoplikeatwat.com here with another great article for those who love stripping the life out of people using their partner's credit card. Look if you want to secure the best offers online, I'm going to share with you the top things people should be interrogating - ehh I mean asking, the seller before buying from online marketplaces:

Is it still available?

What is the lowest price you will take?

Why are you selling?

Who did you steal this from?

Are you from a good family so I can trust you?

Do you have a receipt, blueprints and molecular structure available on laminated paperbark?

Would you consider it a deal if I trade you a flat tyre, used toothbrush and feel of my breasts?

Ok here is my offer of $1.00. Actually never mind, I don't have the effort to collect all of a sudden. Thank you for wasting my time and watch out for my 1/10 star review pop up on your user account.

"I am highly triggered by the improper grammar and punctuation used in your item description, plus, to make this situation even worse,  the use of language that is not gender-neutral and or PC. So as a result of my suffering, I demand you give this to me for free and pay me the asking price in compensation or else I will fuck your shit up." - Piehole69

Now to summarize that list was by no means extensive, my golden rule is to ask the seller roughly 1 question to every $10 asking price. But how much is it really worth? Glad you asked! I find out what something is really worth by using my other golden rule which is for every $1 asking price, divide it by 10 to find its actual worth - it's amazing what savings you'll soon discover!

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Bird Brain

I'm the breed of person to pay good hard earned money for waterfront dining only to feed half of it to fucking seagulls. It's like a knee-jerk reaction that whenever I see vermin with wings stare at my lonely pathetic self, I instantly shift into a gourmet flyby charity.

And of course I don't have an ounce of regard for any other diners sitting near me. Within 60 seconds I have the entire beach flock hovering around my table and I'm still waving my fork around like I've got a flag on top of Everest. You’d teach a monkey French before i understand what “DO NOT FEED THE BIRDS” means on a sign.

Some guests are here on their anniversary lunch, others celebrating birthdays some even catching up with friends or family they haven't seen in some time. Meanwhile I'm feeding the fucking birds who literally have an ocean's worth of their natural food source swimming about right in front of us.

It really is the highlight for me, like I could just buy a loaf of affordable supermarket bread and feed ducks at a pond for hours but that wouldn't annoy anyone so I don't do that. And when it comes to giving food away, it's not like we have a proportion of humans starving in some countries.

The sad irony that might make you want to punch me in the face and throw me off this balcony is that I've had several pet birds throughout my life that died because I've realized that when you travel overseas a bird in a cage can't take care of itself, and that my cat seems to find a lot of feathers when my birds go missing. Weird huh.

Oh yes waiter the food was amazing and no I won't be tipping you. I wonder how badly the proud chef who made this wants to fork my eyeballs out and feed those to the gulls?

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Clubman 2018

Look at me, what a character babe magnet. My peanut alcohol washed brain has flicked into club predator fuckhead mode. I've managed to build on what I've seen other single, average-Joe, white, jerks do elsewhere to the point where no-one wants to deal with me.

My body language is a red flag to allow you to distance yourself or if you prefer to hack into my face with a high-heel shoe and render me unconscious, which ultimately is how I end up most nights anyway after vomiting all over myself.

Before the night is out there are a few things I can guarantee:

1. Every woman single or taken will be grabbed at least once. All will deathstare me right in my pinhole pupils and shove me off.

2. I'll spill 30% off all drinks I buy from the bar on average and my shirt will become a vodka & sweat soaked sponge.

3. Most guys will drop a stealth elbow or jab to the ribs that I'll only feel when I awake from my coma tomorrow after passing out.

4. There will be one transcendental conversation I'll have 1 inch away from some other guys drunken mug after crossing urine streams in the men's restroom.

5. The bouncers will kick me out before close and I'll faceplant the pavement trying to gather my bearings after a streetlight makes my pupils contract uncontrollably.

Look at my slimy seal physique and my designer briefs. There's no brand on earth that can break the dry streak I'm on with the ladies. I must just be too much for them to handle ;)

The best part of my party lifestyle is in the end I'll have no friends and no memory of why. Beers on you!

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Uni-able University Grad

I'm a typical specimen of the raught vintage propaganda bear trap known as the 21st century education system. Let me lavish this celebratory cigarette for a second. I was birthed and dropped on my head a few times (admittedly). I struggled through primary and secondary school for the first 18 years of my life. Throughout I was shoe-horned through an onslaught of half whit substitute teachers who only became teachers for the annual holidays. Beyond reading and writing I retained fuck all information and practically no life skills whatsoever, but I can roll a 'blunt' like a boss and can identify 17 strands of weed by smell alone.

I don't mean to brag but highlights of my early schooling include: shoving a crayon in my ear, pouring lead pencil shavings into both my eyes and super gluing my hand to my penis. Senior High I got a bitch pregnant and stole an unchained bicycle. I was doing just fine if you ask my parents.

Enter the illustrious University of Broken Dreams where I decided a Bachelor of Arts will open some serious career pathways because art is created on canvas and doors are like canvas so you can see my logic here. 3 years of barely passing my subjects and a 25k debt to my name, I am ready to take on the world with zero work experience or practical hoping chance of contributing to the economy. Stand back and witness me get rejected from over 3000 job applications for “entry level” roles because Bachelor of Arts is a fucking scam and the industry definition of entry really means 2+ years RELEVANT employment experience.

Mother I'm a 21 year old educated man of course I have dinner sorted, but while you're there can you warm up that leftover Mac 'n Cheese for me? Cheers.

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Motormouth Movies Motherfucker

I'm that one fucking cunt who won't shut the fuck up and just behave like a gown adult in the theatre, instead I act like a man-child with Tourette's syndrome and a fog horn voice who should just stay home and wank to Netflix. I especially love laughing my ass off in movies that are anything but comedy and exercising my dribbling shit talk as though my personal commentary has been paid for by the rest of the audience.

I'll stuff my face with popcorn, slurp my fucking ice cola, scavenge endlessly through my bag of plastic wrapped shit and re-adjust my seat continuously for the whole 90 minutes to amplify coming in late to the session and disturbing the whole front row because I'm illiterate and can't find a simple fucking seat reference by myself. Wait let me check my phone's on silent mode by answering a call from a mate mid-movie with my phone brightness up to full and then pretend to check and see my toes are still on my feet with my flashlight.

I wear a hat inside and bring a backpack that I plant on the seat next to me to piss people off. This movie isn't even 3D I just wore sun glasses as you do. You smell that? Oh yeah I've just put my feet up on the headrest in front of us and kicked off my socks and shoes so I can let everyone try and guess the smell of the fucking yeast infection on my feet.

Can you hear me licking my fingers? I suck them like I suck my own cock.

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High IQ Moron

There's something I haven't told you, something I don't want you to take the wrong way or feel insecure and inferior about. I have a high IQ (evident in my pose here) and am part of a cult society where other self loathing fossils with high IQ can amass together before dying of Alzheimer's. We actually pay membership each year for nothing more than a pun-filled online forum and an annual member lemonade stand.

I was tested at age 45 (20 years ago) so the Flynn Effect has well and truly brought me back in line with today's norm but I'll never acknowledge that or get retested. If you didn't know, IQ is relative to age meaning I'm no smarter than the average 25 year old due to mental decline. My results were interpreted using SD = 24 so when anyone asks me what my IQ actually is I can take advantage of the fact that my flashy 135+ score actually only translates to a 122 on a SD = 15 test i.e. 92nd percentile or 1 in 13 people, but I'll lead you on to think I'm a genius.

I only managed to qualify on the language portion of the exam too, which really makes me as intelligent as a dictionary rather than having any capacity to solve problems. So in layman's terms - I'm "highly intelligent" because I know more unnecessary words than 92 percent of the old fucks my age but will lead you on to believe I'm just shy of Einstein. And this has nothing to do with the fact I've spent half my lifetime reading books either which I won't ever explain or mention to you.

Since learning of my god given blessing, I've spent the proceeding half of my life doing highly abstract intellectual activities like knitting, conversing with people of my level on insightful topics like politics and spending hours on the daily crossword puzzles in the back of the newspaper I still buy every day. You should consider getting tested!

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Gotta Go Get Gym Gains

I'm physically and mentally disabled, let me tell you how. Through whatever pivotal stage in life I made a conscious decision to morph my body into the lumpy abnormal meat hemorrhoid sack you see here.

I live, breathe, sleep the gym like it's spellbound to my cortex. Everything I can make a second priority I do - no son, I gotta train neck at the gym so take yourself fishing. The toilet really juxtaposes my chrome dome head.

Physically I can't scratch my back, I have to crab walk down corridors and I can't reach to wipe my own ass after taking a shit. I also have special dietary requirements that is strictly chicken and broccoli. To supplement nutrition, I consume more powders and pills than your household washing machine.

Mentally I qualify for an exorcism. I have this insatiable obsession about working out and hitting my next goal as though it's my sole purpose in life. I'll dedicate the equivalent of full time work to my regime like it's a religion. I feel grunting and thrashing my head violently around my shoulders fits my new image.

I've become a narcissist, elitist, fitness freak. With the gains and progress pictures (like this) I've documented I am a self proclaimed expert. As such, I impose body image expectations on everyone I feel does not fit the distorted marble hulk ideal I have in my skull. If you don't measure macros, get out.

Later in life I'll look forward to my quadruple bypass surgery. On a side note my penis looks like a mushroom sprouting from the fork of an oak tree and is about the only muscle I can't seem to get a decent pump on anymore.