Thankfully, though, I am. Secure in my own masculinity. So no worries.*
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update: Did I mention that I lift weights? Because I do.
Thankfully, though, I am. Secure in my own masculinity. So no worries.*
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update: Did I mention that I lift weights? Because I do.
“Les? It’s me, Poppa.”
The fact that you can quote from the movie disturbs me almost as much as the fact that I recognize the quote. Admit it—you ordered it, didn’t you?
In anticipation of your next question: yes, this boy does want a ride in Heather Graham’s “Mercedes.”
No, didn’t order it. But I will be picking it up at Best Buy on Tuesday.
For the kid.
This is how the term “spasticated” made it into my everyday venacular.
Good thing you stopped with the lipstick. Because before you know it you’re in a thong and that, my friend is a slippery slope.
Or so I’m told . . .
How much can you bench?
I do most of my lifting now with 25 and 55 lb dumb bells. A few years ago I benched 305. Now? Maybe 140, if I have a spotter.
When you say ‘lifting weights’ I assume that you mean lifting manly cast iron weights using a bar and a bench… not pumping those rubber covered pound and a halfers as you do step ups to the oldies with Richard Simmons, right ?
My office mate bench pressed 562 and deadlifted 727 in world championship competitions and he is unmatched in his total gayness.
Yes, but does he have Satchel? Mmmmm?
He would kind of have to like girls to make babies, not to enshrine gender stereotypes or anything.
Jeff,
305!
Excellent!
300 is the magic weight that separates “benchers” from the pack…