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After much debate and inner turmoil as to what I wanted to do with my life....... It finally came to me, On Jan 30th of this year.
My calling in life was not to be a football player, a serial killer or even a peeping tom as I thought it was at one time or another in my life.... Oh no, my calling was quite clear. I was going to be an Elitefitness Moderator.
Unfortunately, I was unsure of how to attain this goal. I decided it would probably be best if I sought out George with a cattle prod and sodium pentathol to complete my pilgrimage and ascent to Moderator status. I hopped into my Pinto convertible and decided to ead out east.
At this point I was faced with one of the most difficult decisions of my life, after breaking open my Piggy Bank that my daddy bought me from Piggly Wiggly............I realized I would only have enough money for gas to the Mecca of Elite or a one month supply of methamphetamine.....
Decisions, Decisions.....
I decided to go with the latter... I stocked up on Meth and decided to take a more "acceptable" approach to moderator status. I knew I would not be able to live on meth alone so I hijacked a Cracker Jacks truck and stowed the goodies for nourishment on my upcoming quest...
I have been posting nearly 50 times per day in that span, fighting the urge to peel my skin with every keystroke and searching for that enlightenment only attainable through moderatorship.
Now, I look at myself, urine soaked, toothless and running low on my crackerjack and methamphetamine "rations", wondering....what the hell was I thinking? I am an asshole, an addickt, a self righteous son of a bitch? So again, I ask myself ...... why am I not a moderator yet?
just kidding mods, fellow members and George.
My calling in life was not to be a football player, a serial killer or even a peeping tom as I thought it was at one time or another in my life.... Oh no, my calling was quite clear. I was going to be an Elitefitness Moderator.
Unfortunately, I was unsure of how to attain this goal. I decided it would probably be best if I sought out George with a cattle prod and sodium pentathol to complete my pilgrimage and ascent to Moderator status. I hopped into my Pinto convertible and decided to ead out east.
At this point I was faced with one of the most difficult decisions of my life, after breaking open my Piggy Bank that my daddy bought me from Piggly Wiggly............I realized I would only have enough money for gas to the Mecca of Elite or a one month supply of methamphetamine.....
Decisions, Decisions.....
I decided to go with the latter... I stocked up on Meth and decided to take a more "acceptable" approach to moderator status. I knew I would not be able to live on meth alone so I hijacked a Cracker Jacks truck and stowed the goodies for nourishment on my upcoming quest...
I have been posting nearly 50 times per day in that span, fighting the urge to peel my skin with every keystroke and searching for that enlightenment only attainable through moderatorship.
Now, I look at myself, urine soaked, toothless and running low on my crackerjack and methamphetamine "rations", wondering....what the hell was I thinking? I am an asshole, an addickt, a self righteous son of a bitch? So again, I ask myself ...... why am I not a moderator yet?
just kidding mods, fellow members and George.
