About half a year ago last years august. I set out towards Texas in order ro train in the gym of my hero, Mark Rippetoe.So that day I arrived outside what seemed a very magnificent gym, “a place where strength athletes are made” I thought to myself. With me I had brought a bowl, hot water in a thermos and a plastic bag with 100g of steel cut oats. As I entered the gym my eyes immediately were drawn to a rusty squat rack and I hurried over. I was so enamoured by the atmosphere that I completely failed to notice that the gym was empty, completely devoid of life, or so I thought. As I sat down next to the rack and started opening my plastic bag of oats and poured them into my bowl, I heard a noise. Ah it must be someone here after all. As my oats has swelled like a child being inflated in the wonka factory. I felt a hand touch my shoulder. A voice rather seductively echoed “you have your oats, but have you brought any milk?” I turned around and like a scared rabbit I told the man “nnn..o..no”. And it was then I noticed it was MARK!. “not to freth my little friend, you can have some of mine” and so he lifted his shirt and unveiled to me a most hairy tit. I didn't even have the time to react as he grabbed me by my neck and brought me closer to his rather red and swollen bust. “I had a prophetic dream last night of a most sickly looking young man” he told me “ so i saved all my milk just in case”. I hesitated a little but then I took a deep breath and wrapped my lips around his nipple. And immediately as I performed the sucking motion i felt a thick liquid gush into my mouth, thick like glue. The fat % must have been in the 40s. I drank strenuously gulp after gulp thinking I would choke, and all the midst he moaned “grow my child, grow like the ox!" .And after a good 20 minutes of breastfeeding he loosened his grip on me and left. I lay there on the floor feeling like a car tire with too much pressure in it
>>75724535 And so time went on and day became night as I laid there groaning like a wounded animal. But the next morning before the sun got up I was better, and so I dragged myself to my car and left. And so end the story of my meeting with the mighty Ripetoe, you can choose to believe it or not but i swear it truly happened.
>>75724535>the lack of 45s
