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04-25-2023, 09:04 PM
#761
Originally Posted by
maxmuscleone
Hell yes all around. Doublin’ down on the corn shells and big asses lord what an ass on that potential child bearer
“I yam what I yam”
—Popeye
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04-25-2023, 10:36 PM
#762
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05-24-2023, 08:17 PM
#763
Where's Popeye?
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05-24-2023, 09:23 PM
#764
Originally Posted by
samgraves82
Where's Popeye?
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Now that’s a good fuqn question. I’ll let u know when I figure that out myself
“I yam what I yam”
—Popeye
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05-24-2023, 09:32 PM
#765
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05-24-2023, 09:46 PM
#766
Originally Posted by
samgraves82
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How’s prep going big guy
“I yam what I yam”
—Popeye
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05-28-2023, 08:42 PM
#767
Last check in for a bit
Hopefully drama ceases around here.
Regardless, forward progress.
Cheers
“I yam what I yam”
—Popeye
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05-28-2023, 09:13 PM
#768
Originally Posted by
Popeye*
Last check in for a bit
Hopefully drama ceases around here.
Regardless, forward progress.
Cheers
I hope calmer waters ahead for you Popeye, GET SOME!
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03-26-2024, 11:30 PM
#769
Popeye’s Log
Nearly a year later from last log in. Time is one cruel mistress. That b*tch.
First. Fuck 2023 and 2024 was a rough start. Digression to come in the latter of the message.
In the dimly lit gym, I stood, gripping the cold steel of the dumbbells. Sweat dripped down my tiny balls, and I wondered: What was the purpose of all this? Was it merely about biceps and protein shakes? Or was there something deeper, something that could lift more than just weights?
Chapter 1: The Pinnacle of “Pumpitude”
I chased the pump like a dog after a tennis ball. My biceps swelled, and my veins danced like electric eels. I was the Michelangelo of muscle, sculpting my physique with the precision of a master artist (in my own fucked up mind—don’t take it literal fellas). But as I flexed in the mirror, I realized that my purpose couldn’t be confined to the confines of a squat rack.
Chapter 2: The Gauntlet of Gains
Life threw its dumbbells at me. Challenges piled up like plates on a barbell. Work stress, relationship woes, and the occasional existential crisis. I squatted under the weight of it all, wondering if my purpose was buried beneath the iron. Maybe it was hiding in the protein powder aisle, waiting for me to scoop it up.
Chapter 3: The Boozy Detour
One night, after a grueling leg day, I stumbled into a bar. The bartender poured me a drink, and suddenly, I had a revelation: Maybe my purpose was at the bottom of this glass. So, I drowned my sorrows in whiskey shots, believing that enlightenment was just a hangover away. Spoiler alert: It wasn’t.
Chapter 4: The Fall from Grace (and the stair stepper)
My six-pack turned into a keg. My dumbbells gathered dust, and my gym membership card cried itself to sleep. I’d fallen off the fitness wagon faster than a CrossFit enthusiast during burpee season. But in that flabby abyss, I found clarity. Purpose wasn’t about biceps—it was about resilience.
Chapter 5: The Redemption Reps
I returned to the gym, my muscles whimpering like neglected puppies. As I deadlifted my way back to sanity, I realized that purpose wasn’t a one-rep max. It was the grind—the sweat-soaked shirts, the soreness, the protein farts in the locker room. And so, I embraced the pain, knowing that every curl brought me closer to enlightenment.
Conclusion: Broga and Beyond
Today, I balance dumbbells and meditation. I’ve discovered that purpose isn’t a single set—it’s a circuit. It’s the symmetry between body and mind, the flexing of both muscles and compassion. And as I chug my liquid egg white and coffee shake, I chuckle: Maybe the real gains were the friends we made along the whey.
“I yam what I yam”
—Popeye
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03-27-2024, 12:28 AM
#770
Originally Posted by
Popeye*
Nearly a year later from last log in. Time is one cruel mistress. That b*tch.
First. Fuck 2023 and 2024 was a rough start. Digression to come in the latter of the message.
In the dimly lit gym, I stood, gripping the cold steel of the dumbbells. Sweat dripped down my tiny balls, and I wondered: What was the purpose of all this? Was it merely about biceps and protein shakes? Or was there something deeper, something that could lift more than just weights?
Chapter 1: The Pinnacle of “Pumpitude”
I chased the pump like a dog after a tennis ball. My biceps swelled, and my veins danced like electric eels. I was the Michelangelo of muscle, sculpting my physique with the precision of a master artist (in my own fucked up mind—don’t take it literal fellas). But as I flexed in the mirror, I realized that my purpose couldn’t be confined to the confines of a squat rack.
Chapter 2: The Gauntlet of Gains
Life threw its dumbbells at me. Challenges piled up like plates on a barbell. Work stress, relationship woes, and the occasional existential crisis. I squatted under the weight of it all, wondering if my purpose was buried beneath the iron. Maybe it was hiding in the protein powder aisle, waiting for me to scoop it up.
Chapter 3: The Boozy Detour
One night, after a grueling leg day, I stumbled into a bar. The bartender poured me a drink, and suddenly, I had a revelation: Maybe my purpose was at the bottom of this glass. So, I drowned my sorrows in whiskey shots, believing that enlightenment was just a hangover away. Spoiler alert: It wasn’t.
Chapter 4: The Fall from Grace (and the stair stepper)
My six-pack turned into a keg. My dumbbells gathered dust, and my gym membership card cried itself to sleep. I’d fallen off the fitness wagon faster than a CrossFit enthusiast during burpee season. But in that flabby abyss, I found clarity. Purpose wasn’t about biceps—it was about resilience.
Chapter 5: The Redemption Reps
I returned to the gym, my muscles whimpering like neglected puppies. As I deadlifted my way back to sanity, I realized that purpose wasn’t a one-rep max. It was the grind—the sweat-soaked shirts, the soreness, the protein farts in the locker room. And so, I embraced the pain, knowing that every curl brought me closer to enlightenment.
Conclusion: Broga and Beyond
Today, I balance dumbbells and meditation. I’ve discovered that purpose isn’t a single set—it’s a circuit. It’s the symmetry between body and mind, the flexing of both muscles and compassion. And as I chug my liquid egg white and coffee shake, I chuckle: Maybe the real gains were the friends we made along the whey.
I laughed at least 6 times reading this but I picked up the msg under it all. Welcome back to the brotherhood man where ur always welcome and loved
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