Fuck It All
Fuck all this negativity. I went deep. I could have won it all. The bankroll is going in the right direction. Sure it is heartbreaking to lose all that expected equity over and over and over again but that is a part of tournament poker.
Did my 63 pushups the other night. The last one I almost fell on my face. So I guess I hit the limit. My tits are becoming rock hard man pecs! Still need to figure out something to do about the spare tire. Hoping the longer distance jogs help out.
Easily doing a pull-up now too. Hey you try lifting this lard ass off the ground! It is not that easy. Running is finally hitting the "oh fuck this is hard" phase as I will be running straight 20 minutes by the end of the week. Now I can REALLY call it running. Things are going pretty good. Peace.
posted by SirFWALGMan at
7:43 AM
3 Comments:
My tits are becoming rock hard
Like VJ?
9:03 AM
Mojo, mine are soft...
9:45 AM
Waffles I told you, spare tire issues can be handled, (NOT LOVE-HANDLED!) with a few Pistachios and some stairs. I need to get a fucking A. Robbins thing going here right?
NAH! Not my style.
I don't give a shit if it's 50 floors up to the office! Figure out how to take'em. Build it up slow if it's right for you. No heart attack needed here. I'd miss the rants and shit! We do have responsibilities and all!
Joe C's tits are soft?
Dissapointed?
YES!
Surprised?????
Pasta has a way of.....
well, you get it.
Bet you coulda' cracked an egg on those 36C's let's say.....
Nah.
Gentlemen, don't do that either.
When faced with the option Waffles,
ALWAYS TAKE THE STAIRS!
Push yourself at this one simple task, like Bloggers in a Poker game with chips.
Get it?
12:28 AM
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