Like, WTF world?!?!

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lol, I went to the gym again with my Ethiopian buddy Tony 2 days ago to work out and it was a major improvement. It didn’t matter what we were doing just cause we were worrying about that second and just talking first. Instead of trying to go the limit when weight lifting Tony told me to go really light and just try to do a lot of reps that way. We used all the machines and stayed there for an hour and found out that we can rent gear for playing sports and other shit while we are there. IT was fun and got to know Tony more, here’s been here for 10 years and is married and has a very cute little half-japanese baby boy.
Anywayz, it’s 2 days later and my chest is killing me! I read online that you are supposed to “stretch” before and after a work out, but HOW-THE-FUCK do you stretch your “CHEST”??? I’m no doctor, but if I was one, I would still be like:
Sam-”Hey Jim, like yesterday in class Dr. McSmartass told me that you can ’stretch’ the human chest.”
Jim-”Whoaaaa dude?”
Sam=”Yah, lik srsly??”
Jim-”Lets go smoke some doobage”
Sam=”…you still outta maple syrup?”
….and I was just, um, bored there for a little while…
Anywayz, its 2 days later and my chest hurts, except there is soooo much fat layered ontop of the muscles that rubbing shit like “ICY-HOT” and “TIGER PALM” only gets my nipples hard and smelling like menthol…
Otherwise, the diet is goin fine, eating mostly vegies, today I cheated and ate some Macdonalds, but whatever, getting some progress done. I decided to only track my weight on a monthly basis, I think that it will be more motivating than doing it every post. Thanks again to all who read these random, impulsive posts full of bad grammar and spelling (but hey, after TEACHING English all day I don’t give a fuck how it sounds in my off time, lulz).
You all stay classy and such.
-sam out