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sure,,,,

The blizzard was so cold my nipples had puffed up more than the time I did a 200mg a day Dbol only cycle. Why the ♥♥♥♥ did Rich bring us to the Himalayas.

Hiking behind the lead of Rich’s crab like back he abruptly collapsed to his knees in distress panting like he’d just squatted 500kg on a hover board. “Rich… are you okay?” he turned to me in discomfort his eyes glared indicating help. “Pre workout.? Organ defender.?” I asked concerned. His mouth was moving but I couldn’t hear what he was saying. He started gesturing towards his rucksack. I unzipped his pocket and found a stash of vials, needles and orals. “Tren Tren” he croaked. I nodded promptly and prepared the syringe withdrawing the dirty orange liquid from the vial. The Sherpa watched in amazement at what he was witnessing. “Ah” Rich flinched as I jabbed his deltoid hard and slowly injected the oily substance. COUGH!! COUGH!! Rich shot to his feet. “WHATEVER IT TAKES” he shouted

I did NAZI that coming...