Last night the wife and I sat down and watched "Bigger Faster Stronger".......AGAIN.

And after seeing it last night, for the 13th time, something struck me:: It was a comment in the scene with Greg Valentino sitting in the resturant stuffing his chops with a T-bone steak....bare hands and all. When asked what his opinion was about steroids in general, his reply was blunty "I LOVE,em"....."I think they're as American as apple pie.".
The first time I saw the documentary (way before I tried gear), I thought "I love'em" was a strange thing to say. That's not like saying you love a certain car... This is OIL we're talking about... It was like he might as well have said he loves roofing nails or pine cones. I mean, WHY you you say you love steroids.

Well, now I know. I think of roids all the time. I love them...I love them dearly. I love them with all my heart, and I'd FUCK THE SHIT outta some steroids if they could have sex. In fact about the only roids I DON'T like are hemorhoids. I even took a picture of my roids and blew it up, had it framed, and hung it over the fireplace.(The "gear" dumbasses, not my ass). The family picture was gettin old anyway.

And speaking of ass:: there's my new tattoo....The Liixus X on both ass cheeks. My wife said if the guys at the gym see me in the shower, the're gonna say I'm a gay pornstar. ....bitch is crazy.

Last night I had a dream that I was driving down the freeway, and was being passed by a UKSS semi. Holy shit..I had to catch it. But you know how dreams are:: Whenever you're trying to run away or catch something, you never have the speed. I tried like hell to stay even, but my Vette' was no match. I was able to get a glimpse of the driver...Mark McGwire...with Barry Bonds riding shotgun. And those fuckers were BUFF. And just like that they were gone. I woke up screaming.