Like the juice-heads before me, the decline after a 'roid high has been dramatic and brutal. I have been a certifiable A-Hole all week. From taking my shoes off in stores & maliciously throwing them at unsuspecting passer-byers, to sneaking up behind my sisters and pulling them to the ground by their hair.
I have also discovered the joy of some new-found strength. Because my rear is smaller than the opening of the commode, I have to support myself with stiff arms while sitting upon it. The strength comes in the form of my new favorite exercise, tricep-dips. While supporting myself, I have found the joy in "dipping" my rump into the bowl below. As an added bonus, I now have a "poor-man's Bede". After a few more sets, I'll really be able to use some of this strength to my advantage. And like the greats who came before me (the likes of "Big John Stud", Randy "Macho Man" Savage, "The Ultimate Warrior" and the infamous Ken Petara) my fall, much like a fire-ball headed toward the earth, will be epic.
