Some skinny kid at my gym told me: "Bro, you over-train"

[Quadsweep]

Re: Re: I am calling you out "studly"

The only show you ever entered was a craft show, and they used the both of your legs as two pieces of yarn. I oughta slap the balls right off your ass for talking like that.

I Guess that means you are not going to take me up on my challenge huh??? I figured as much. By the way look at my screen name you little fag. 29" quads on stage would never qualify as yarn. You must have put me in your place in some sort of self denial. As i said post a pic or shut up you little kid. I'd like to see you smack any part of me. What a joke!

 

[wu2036]

HEY FUCK YOU!

Listen here fucker with the 20inch pythons, this is the kid from the gym with the string beans! When u wanna duke it out fucker!

 

[SirWanksalot]

Hey Hammer

http://djyark.8u8.com/hammer.jpg

 

[THEGAME187]

U WEIGH A 170lbs and u got 18 inch arms, stop working on ur arms and put some size on other places, and u bin working out for 6 years!!! Plus bodybuilders dont do there parts 3 times a week they just destroy one or two bodyparts in that long period of time of 5 hours!

GO BACK TO THE DRAWING BOARD PAL!!

 

[milkbone]

170 lbs with 18" arms? Sounds scary. If you're gaining I can't say change what you're doing, but it sounds like you like to train arms more than the rest of your body. Eventually you'll be labeled an "upper bodybuilder" and you'll be wishing you hit legs a little more. Like someone else said, I don't see how you can possibly fit the rest of the body parts in since arms are occupying so much time. And yes, it did sound like a little Hulka-mania / The Rock action in that reply of yours. The Hammer? Haven't heard of you, unless you're Mark "The Hammer" Coleman.

 

[Frackal]

An artists impression

bwaahahhaha

 

[youngdeltman]

Anyone notice that this guy hasn't posted on elitefitness in about 6 weeks, I think we flamed this loser outta here!

 

[Tha One CrumCake]

Since my I-had-to-take-a-dump post on a different thread wasn't really seen on a different thread, I think i'll post it here, actually I can't think of a better place to post it....

I feel I should tell you the story of when I was in the 6th grade (Mrs. Cater's class).

Well, Mrs. Cater, was already pissed at me that day for some bullshit, Probably something like coming in late to class after lunch was over...Anyway...Fuck - I really had to go, I really really , REALLY had to take a Dump.

But tha thing is, I had vowed myself that I would NEVER take a Dump, the school toilets, (They were always so shit infested, that just walking in there, tha smell of sweat, damp brown paper towels, and SHIT, was always overwhelming - Fuck I remember even when we had to take pisses, we Would either hold our breaths or go way out in tha field behind a backstop),

- ANYWAYS, This time, my dump was practically about to SPIT out of my own ass. I started to wiggle, left and right, I started to think about Things to take my mind off of it, but all that did was make me think about things that were kinda cool, therefore accelerating my unwillingness to take the dump, therefore making want to dump even more. I said Fuck it, and raised my hand - Mrs. Cater - called on me and asked me what I wanted - "I have to go to tha bathroom".

She sort of frowns, and then says, "Fine - hurry up."

I walk out calmly as if I was tha Fonz, then I swear to you as soon as I stepped out into the open air and my feet hit tha pavement, I FUCKING JAMMMMMMED TO tha toilet....but all of a sudden, a funny thing happened. - MY DUMP COMPLETELY DISAPEARED!

"This could not be" - I thought to myself, "as long as i'm here, might as well force it out, and get rid of it" - Well, then i proceeded to enter the Toilet room. (BLAAAAAAAA - THA smell of all that bullshit around me made me think twice about going , and instead I decided that my dump actually did disapear, so I walked back to class, confused, yet sort of happy, yet still worried that it might return).

I walk in class and Mrs Cater looks at me...I sit down quietly and she proceeds with her lecture.

Damn....It was coming again....NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO....noooooooooo... NOOOOOOOOOOO... FUCKING WAY....it was back, - I was doomed. I had no fucking idea what to do, Mrs. Cater would have gutted me right then and there if I raised my hand and asked to go again....

...But man, I was a desperate lil kid, I raised my hand - interrupting her ass once more - "What!?", She bitches.

"I have to go to tha bathroom"....

"YOU JUST WENT TO THA BATHROOM!!"

"Ya, I have to go again.."

"Are you SICK??"

"I don't know"

"Okay go, hurry up!"

Then Again, I pull tha Fonzi routine and calmy step out of tha class.... then proceed to jet once I'm outside.

Okay, this time my DUMP was definitely not going to pull a copperfield on me, it was coming out FOR SURE.... i run and run and run and run and at this point - I DON'T GIVA FLYIN FUCK about tha smell, dirtyness, or anything about the bathroom, I open up the first stall -

Fuck! THIS SHIT IS HORRIBLE, IT'S ALL FUCKED UP, SHIT EVERYWHERE! ....

Let me try the second stall...boom, i knock it open.....FUCK! THIS FUCK IS EVEN WORSE!!!!!!!!!!!! SHIT ON tha walls even.....

Let me try the LAST stall ... ..BOOM...boom..what tha fuck??? Tha door isn't opening?? How come tha doors not opening!??!?

I Start to fucking panic.

I swear to tha Almighty that what happens next is COMPLETELY true.......

I KICK THA Fuckin door open as if I was on COPS, tha shit that had to come out of my ass was wanting to come out to fucking bad that i guess it blinded my senses and I didn't even realize That "what if someones in there?".... well guess what?

I KICKED THA FUCKIN DOOR OPEN, tha door then hits tha motherfuckin Kid inside tha stall right in tha FUCKING HEAD, tha door opens all tha way, tha lil kid inside has his pants down, ass in tha air, crying, holding his head cuz i knocked it so fuckin hard with tha door, and at tha same time, trying to close tha fuckin door again.

Man I dind't know what to do then...I was trying to apologize in some weird sort of way, but it's kinda hard to do that when a fucker is almost naked, with shit on his ass, holding his head and crying.

I sort of gave out a couple of "i'm sorrys" , (but man i had never been so freakin sincere about an apology my entire life).

ANYWAYS - I left tha bathroom . And once again - MY SHIT COMPLETELY DISSAPEARED.

This time It didn't come back until I finally arrived home, 3 hours later.

 

[Hugh Gellatts]

legend has it that the "mertyl beach hammer" started training "hardcore" after some guy punked him while he was taking a shit in 4th grade.


BTW crumcake, just a piece of advice bro: this weekend, however slow the conversation is going, don't tell this story to the dumb blond you are gonna be trying to pick up at the bar.