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Jesus you people are stupid or just in on the scam
There's no scam my friend. Take ur antipsychotic meds. I understand ur position cuz I work with a good dude but he'll say I hate delivering a load there cuz they read ur mind and then the mafia follows ur truck for 200 miles. At first I said yeah I hate that. Later had to be honest and say noone is reading ur mind everywhere you go and the mafia has no interest in you, ur schizophrenic brother.
 
There's no scam my friend. Take ur antipsychotic meds. I understand ur position cuz I work with a good dude but he'll say I hate delivering a load there cuz they read ur mind and then the mafia follows ur truck for 200 miles. At first I said yeah I hate that. Later had to be honest and say noone is reading ur mind everywhere you go and the mafia has no interest in you, ur schizophrenic brother.
No idea what this dudes angle is. But the only real test he ever claimed was Devon lmao.
 
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How did you determine the dbol was fake?
I’m using it right now, I took 25mg yesterday and 25 today. I had to take a 30 second break between putting away each plate from the leg press today because my lower back was so excruciatingly pumped that it would start to cramp whenever I bent over or picked something up. And then I had to duck walk out of the gym because my lower back was too tight to have normal posture. Also my calves are constantly stiff and pumped. Yeah I think the dbol is fake bro ‼️
 

Primal's Prescription: The Great Nipple Warmer Debacle (An Unauthorized Biography)​



The cycle was a masterpiece of chemistry and discipline: 750 Test E, 750 Deca, 200 DHB, and a little Masteron E to keep things dialed in. Everything was running smoothly, my physique was becoming a work of art, and then came the Dbol. Not from a regular source, mind you. This was a personal gift from Primal the Gorilla, my friend and black market supplement guru from the local zoo.

Primal's Dbol was a game-changer. The pumps were so intense I felt like my skin might tear, and the strength gains were nothing short of biblical. But it came with a feature that, unbeknownst to me, was a primate-patented "side effect": the high-powered nipple warmers.

It started as a gentle glow. My chest felt like it was basking in a perpetual, pleasant sunset. I actually started to enjoy it. "Man," I thought, "this Dbol is so good it's even making me warmer in the winter."

Then the glow turned into a searing heat. The "sunset" became a raging bonfire. My nipples felt like they were actively trying to re-enter the atmosphere. I was a human tea kettle, constantly emitting a low, sizzling sound. My wife, bless her heart, kept asking if I had a fever. I was forced to explain to her that no, I wasn't sick, I was just "thermally enhanced."

I messaged Primal in a panic, using a burner phone he'd given me with a single contact: "Gorilla."

"Primal," I typed frantically, "the Dbol is great, but my nipples are in danger of becoming charcoal briquettes. What gives?"

The reply came almost instantly: a single picture of a gorilla, holding a banana, wearing a lab coat. Underneath, a single phrase: "My bad. Broken switch. Sent you some AI. Sent Saturday. Pick up tomorrow."

AI. I stared at the message, a cold sweat breaking out on my brow. Was he sending me a tiny, robotic surgeon? An artisanal, hand-crafted banana cooling salve? My mind raced with possibilities, each one more absurd than the last. I was a man trapped in a bizarre pharmaceutical thriller, with a gorilla as the main antagonist and my nipples as the hapless victims.

The days have been a blur of desperation and frozen food. I'm currently wearing a shirt stuffed with ice packs and walking around my house like a reverse-penguin. The worst part is the constant, nagging fear. What if Primal’s "AI" isn't what I think it is? What if it's "Aardvark-Inspired," and the delivery is just a large, anteater-like creature arriving at my door? I wouldn't put it past him.

I've already had to decline a FaceTime call from him this morning, as he wanted to "see the progress." I’m not about to let my nipples make their debut on a gorilla’s video call.

Today is the big day. The AI has arrived and so I am heading to the nearest freezer section, just in case. I'll post an update once I know if I'm using a life-saving chemical compound or have a new, furry roommate. Wish me luck. My nipples need it.
A pioneer, of sorts
 

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