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Victorian guy
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Ladies and Gentlemen,
The other day, at the gym, I was in the locker room with my chauffeur/training assistant/security advisor, Nobby, getting in some injections post-workout. Using 10cc, 23 gauge needles, Nobby gave me a 8cc shot of test in each buttock, then I injected 5cc of decca into my traps, and, running out of places to inject (the quads and shoulders had taken their share a couple of days previously) I decided to get a couple of cc's into my hand- in the muscle between the thumb and first finger. Just as I was drawing some tren, in walked another gym member. Used syringes, amps, vials, bloodied cotton swabs, etc., littered the changeroom floor. Nobby had done his round of injections before me, and the litter was considerable. This ignorant fellow comes in, a 40ish, pony-tailed, spandex wearing 'here-to-get-toned' wanker and, as he steps over the sea of amps, proceeds to look scornfully, and worriedly, at Nobby and I.
"What, may I ask, are YOU looking at?" I inquired. "Perhaps you, Sir, could use a a bit of testosterone, you fucking wanker!" I cried. Nobby quickly drew 10cc from a bottle of test prop, and, seizing the man round the neck, rammed the syringe into the man's arse- right through his spandex- and in a second had injected the entire contents into the man's buttock! The man screamed, and, thankless for the help Nobby was simply trying to provide, ran screaming from the changeroom- the needle still sticking out of his arse!
We sat in the changeroom laughing heartily. Suddenly, in stormed the manager. "This is totally unacceptable! You are banned!" he screamed. Barely were the last syllables out of his mouth when Nobby and I seized him, held him upside down, carried him to the washroom, shoved his head in the toilet and flushed repeatedly. Then we carried him to the gym floor and flung him out the front door. Packing our things, we stormed out!
What on earth ever happened to a man's privacy, brothers?
The other day, at the gym, I was in the locker room with my chauffeur/training assistant/security advisor, Nobby, getting in some injections post-workout. Using 10cc, 23 gauge needles, Nobby gave me a 8cc shot of test in each buttock, then I injected 5cc of decca into my traps, and, running out of places to inject (the quads and shoulders had taken their share a couple of days previously) I decided to get a couple of cc's into my hand- in the muscle between the thumb and first finger. Just as I was drawing some tren, in walked another gym member. Used syringes, amps, vials, bloodied cotton swabs, etc., littered the changeroom floor. Nobby had done his round of injections before me, and the litter was considerable. This ignorant fellow comes in, a 40ish, pony-tailed, spandex wearing 'here-to-get-toned' wanker and, as he steps over the sea of amps, proceeds to look scornfully, and worriedly, at Nobby and I.
"What, may I ask, are YOU looking at?" I inquired. "Perhaps you, Sir, could use a a bit of testosterone, you fucking wanker!" I cried. Nobby quickly drew 10cc from a bottle of test prop, and, seizing the man round the neck, rammed the syringe into the man's arse- right through his spandex- and in a second had injected the entire contents into the man's buttock! The man screamed, and, thankless for the help Nobby was simply trying to provide, ran screaming from the changeroom- the needle still sticking out of his arse!
We sat in the changeroom laughing heartily. Suddenly, in stormed the manager. "This is totally unacceptable! You are banned!" he screamed. Barely were the last syllables out of his mouth when Nobby and I seized him, held him upside down, carried him to the washroom, shoved his head in the toilet and flushed repeatedly. Then we carried him to the gym floor and flung him out the front door. Packing our things, we stormed out!
What on earth ever happened to a man's privacy, brothers?
