So, without further ado… Who Are You and What Do We See In Your “Before” Picture? What story, you ask? Well, I asked Tina if she’d be willing to show off her progress and tell her story on the site.

It was at that point when Tina responded with a success story that absolutely blew me away. I’m guessing you had that same “blown away” feeling yourself when you saw her transformation pics above.īut what makes it all even more impressive is the story that goes with them. Success stories are awesome and I never get tired of hearing them. So, I gave her an answer, she thanked me and mentioned that she “loved the gains she was making so far.” Now that’s what I like to hear!Īnd then, as I often do when talking to anyone who is putting any of my diet/training advice into action, I told her to keep me updated on her progress. She said she had been using my Bodybuilding 2.0 program from The Best Workout Routines and had a question about something. I would've raped her and gone out in style, but she was very nice to me, and I'm not that much of a dick.I’d actually like you to meet 2 versions of her… Tina “before” and Tina “after.”Ī little while back, Tina sent me an email. She's not hot, but she's very fuckable from behind. The maid, Esmerelda, is Mexican, of course, and I confirmed with her that she will be working my floor tomorrow. Soon I'll be headless and slumped over my bed in the beautiful Waldorf-Astoria hotel in midtown Manhattan. FUCK YOU, YOU COCKSUCKING, CAT SHIT-EATING FAGGOTS! THEY ARE ONLY DISPLAYING THEIR OWN FUCKING RETARDEDNESS. THESE FUCKING FAGGOT TURDS THINK THEY ARE FUNNY AND CLEVER, AND COMING UP WITH ORIGINAL AND EROTIC SHIT THAT WILL TURN DUDES ON, BUT THEY AREN'T. THOSE FUCKING COCKSUCKERS TAKE PERFECTLY GOOD PORN AND FUCKING RUIN IT BY TURNING IT INTO INCREDIBLY STUPID RETARD FOOD. Simply put, I am killing myself because of all the GODDAMNED, MOTHERFUCKING, BULLSHIT, CAPTIONS THAT FUCKING RETARDS ON THIS SITE UPLOAD. I'm out of options, and no longer have the will or energy to go on, or the motivation to seek further help. I got a therapy dog but it ran away and I can't find him. I've confided in friends, only to be judged and ridiculed. They all told me my distress is in my head and not real.

I've sought help from a number of professionals, to no avail. What has lead me to this point, you ask? It's complicated. Some were prescribed to me but most I purchased illegally from connections I have or, in the past, the Silk Road. I have tried self-medicating with an assortment of street drugs, including tina and smack, alcohol to the point of routinely completing a fifth of vodka a day, and, of course, a variety of prescription narcotics, such as oxycodone, hydrocodone, oxycontin, fentanyl, demerol, MS Contin and a variety of others. I simply can no longer live with things as they are, and am powerless to alter them. The events that lead to my decision have been several years in the making, and have been recurring relentlessly. I have a plan and have made all necessary arrangements to ensure its successful execution and to ensure that my financial affairs are in order and the information is organized and accessible to my designated executor. I confess that precisely one hour from the time I post this I will commit suicide.

Tina mom of two cock