BioLogic Pharmaceuticals

UGH.

I know I said "dbol in a few days" a few days ago. Things didn't fall into place how I wanted, such is life.

But I will tell you this, if I don't have Dbol ready to ship by this Saturday, I am going to give 500 tabs to the next person to post in this thread:eek:that's a promise.

That being said....I am very confident that I won't have to pay up.:cool:
 
2v9ons9.jpg


28wexis.jpg


http://i40.tinypic.com/2v9ons9.jpg

I was on tren as well....
 
Last edited:
Damn bro...



There was a better one. I thought I was giving him some rope veins? Ya...these were this past Saturday. Took a header.

My apologies for the hi jack. Millard can yank 'em if the op wants. Girl got me a new lap top and trying to get everything from the old one.
 
Ha, right place right time for once in my life! I hope everything goes according to plan Stretch! [:o)]

No you don't you lying bastard. You hope my mail man dies in a fiery car wreck.[}:)][:o)]

It's like he won a radio show call-in contest. You know, like the third caller in the next 5 minutes wins.....
The chances of being the third caller, or in this case, the first poster, are so slim, you should give him the tabs anyway.;)

C'mon, Stretch!

(chanting)
Give him the tabs!
Give him the tabs!
Give him the tabs!

CBS
Consumer Advocate
 
Package landed today the absolute best packing I have seen.
Turn around 4 days perfect!
Can't wait for the d-bol!

Packaging is bulletproof. Unfortunately, it is not idiot proof (I dropped a bottle of T prop and it went boom). Fortunately it was not a more expensive mast or primo bottle.
 
WTF is that real big ben ouch:eek:

Of course it is....the question is, how did it get there? Did it involve a bar fight and a beer bottle??

I was out on the town w/ a a soldier of mine who had just gotten out of a one year bid at San Quentin. I was chatting up some hot little DevoTchka at a bar in SF, and out of no-where her bf came charging at me. Hit him w/ a left right combo and he went down He then tried to double leg we, I sprawled, got hold of his hair and drove his head to the floor and bounced it few times.

While I was dealing w/ him, something went "pop" on my head (didn't really feel much). I slowly lifted the guy up and my friend came up and punched him w/ a strait left right combo about 6 times. I let go of him and he dropped in a heap on the floor.

His friend, emboldened by my bleeding head wound (I was still unaware that I was cut) came up and the bouncers held him back while he had a finger in my face screaming that he was going to kick my ass etc.

I dropped him w/ a straight right and got the hell out of there. My buddy was out the front door because he did not want to go back to prison.

We laughed, and then I asked him "why am I wet? He said "your head is cut." I said no way, I was not even touched. It turns out that the "pop" was the gf hitting me w a bottle.

I needed 12 staples. The next day, my friend's hand had swollen up. I took him to the hospital and it was broken. He was one tough little dude (about 5 feet 7).

I then made an agreement w/ law enforcement, I would stop drinking in the bars, and they would stop arresting me.

So, Ben, were you out being a bad boy? Anyone consider doing a lottery, the winner picking the correct source of the 16 staples?
 
Back
Top