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My new ebook on muscle building, steroids, chicks, and life is out for early release today. I'm sure you guys may have been wondering where I've been the past few months. I've been working on the best guide to take athletes to the next level of course!!! Visit johndoebodybuilding.com today and subscribe, or go directly to becomingthebull.com to order your copy. If for any reason you are not satisfied with the book there is a money back guarantee. If you don't like the fucking colors of my book there is a money back guarantee, that's how convinced I am that you'll gain something from it!!

I hold nothing back on training, performance enhancement, relationships, and life. This ebook will benefit anybody and familiarize you more with my SCT program (Super Conjugate Training) Fuck walking around big and puffy half the year and small and lean the other half. Walk around big and hard as nails 24/7!!! Learn the ropes to take you from beginner to elite as fast as possible. Even if you plan on staying natural, learn how to get so big and shredded people think you're juicing up anyways. Order your copy today!!!
 
Giving this a go when I get home from work. Hopefully still have the email bonus by then! Hope it holds true too!
 
I called her a few days later and we talked a few minutes, and she asked me if I wanted to go
somewhere the next night. I told her that I was going to be busy moving furniture, but to call
me when she got home and I’d come to her house to see her. She called me the next night
around 9:30 p.m. and asked me to come over. I could tell she had been drinking a little and
I told her to buy me a 6 pack of beer if she was out. After all, I was still underage, how in the
fuck was I supposed to get it?
While driving to this girl’s house that night I was thinking to myself and wondering how I was
supposed to act around this girl. She was much older than me and I had very little experience
dating. This drive became a transitional point in my life, because on my way there I came to a
very good realization about life. I realized that life is all about having a set of balls. I realized
that if I started living like a man with nothing to lose, positive things started happening. It just
takes balls!! If I didn’t get up some balls then I wouldn’t have packed my car and moved away,
if I didn’t have balls then I wouldn’t have asked this girl to hang out with me, and I would
have spent the night alone doing nothing again. Life is all about balls, balls, and more balls.
So what was my next move? Well, I decided that I was going to make it my goal to get in this
chick’s pants as fast as humanly possible. I was going to walk up in that house like I owned the
place, crack open a beer and drink it, and when that first beer was gone I was going to make
my move. I wasn’t going home with my dick in my hand and that was for damn sure! I know
this may sound easy to some of you, but you have to remember that I lacked experience and
I was still a shy kid. Not to mention, this girl just distributed alcohol to a minor.
I was drinking my beer and talking to this girl about God only knows what, and in the middle
of her sentence I went in for the kill. She stopped talking and kissed me back, and then says
to me, “You know, I do have a bedroom.” I knew it was game on at this point.
 
Deep down, my biggest dream in life was having a son one day. I would often wonder what
it’d be like, how he’d look, or what his voice may sound like. I thought of all the things we
would do together, and I also thought it’d be cool if I was his hero. It’d be so cool to be this
jacked guy going to his school, while everyone else had their fat parents with them. I wanted
to be the guy larger than life in his eyes, the one who was always there and you couldn’t
hurt. My wife and I tried for two years to have a baby. I eventually figured it wasn’t going to
happen. I thought it was probably me and the anabolics I had used over several years. I finally
came off gear altogether for about 6-8 months, and the week I said fuck it and took another
shot of testosterone is when she got pregnant. This would be the fork in the road that took
me away from this dream of becoming a professional bodybuilder one day. But let me tell
you something, my son is a far greater trophy than any reward from bodybuilding.
 
I drove up there a few hours to go visit him one evening. That big guy that was once shredded
had lost about 60 lbs. and didn’t even look the same. He was feeling pretty damn low; I could
tell he wasn’t all there. He had come off everything he was taking and between that and being
sick; he had dwindled away to practically nothing. Do you think that stopped him? Fuck no!
A few weeks after he had been released I drove back up there to see him. I called him up on
my way there. “Hey man, what’s going on?” I had said. “Shit, I’ve just been lying on the couch
these past few weeks, I can’t do shit. All I can do is sleep man, I have no energy, and I’m still
having trouble walking straight.” So then I said to him “Well grab a coffee and wake up, we are
going to train.”
 
Just put in my order, would LOVE a signed copy myself :)

Edit: However, I see it is a soft-copy, all good!
 
I wish you all the best with your endeavor but please stop whoring it all over forums where I am on staff and have to delete all spam. There are proper ways you could advertise it or even go about posting on it on said forums. Maybe try them.
Thanks
 
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