Daytime Soaps are pathetic drama. I do notice that some people draw "daytime soap" drama around them. Why? It's the internet. So what? Someone mentions some percentages or numbers to market a product? Who cares? If it draws this much attention, then I'm assuming that people who have the energy to bicker and quarrel might be man enough to have the energy to scour all the information off the internet themselves to see if these claims might be credible or at least claims worth trying the product(s). Instead, all I hear is a bunch of crying. Please, don't ever post pictures of yourselves because I really don't want to see the babies.
I won't agree with claims that tend to be empirical numbers or percentages as if God handed down a law to Moses himself, but for the love of all things good and holy.......would you people like me to serve some cheese with your whine? Shit!!!! Get off of your high horses and research things for your own selves. Dear God! Does everyone need to be spoonfed shit only to be spoonfed more shit by others who didn't research spoonfed shit?
Get out there and research some other spoonfed shit or take the product so you can spoonfeed real results. Alot of the arguing is just.......sad really. How many people have actually researched the ingredients of the supplements? How many have just jumped on the back of melodrama rather than spend some effort and time researching for themselves. Don't take Ross's word for anything and don't take my word for anything. We are trying to sell products...we have our own agenda and that agenda is to make a living doing what we enjoy doing. If these things are so important to bicker and quarrel on the internet (and we all know that arguiing on the internet is like competing in the special olympics) then people need to take a step back and examine what really matters in life..............
Do you go to the gym?
Do you want to be fit?
Do you want to accomplish your goals illegally and very quick?
Do you want to accomplish your goals legally and a little more quick?
Do you want to accomplish your goals without sounding like whiny girls who ragged their first time?
Reach your hand deep inside of your trowsers, feel for the balls, cup them, and then raise your free hand into the air and scream, "I AM MAN! I AM NOT A DRAMA QUEEN, BUT I AM A BAD ASS MAN!" This is what I do when I'm about to road rage and the other drivers see that I don't have either hand on the wheel so they get really scared.