Hey T-family. It may be the mixture of 4 T2 caps total today plus the post-workout euphoria from my first hardcore workout since my “asscapade”, and factored in with my severe boredom at work tonight. I’ve composed a poem about my (and hopefully your) love for our favorite metal: Iron. Without further moronics, here’s my latest workout of art:
Oh please say you'll hurt me cause I'd like a little pain, my friends do it with alcohol but they all try in vain, I want a new drug, putting cuts in my skin keeps getting harder from where I begin, halfway through and I cannot forget chicks get me off but you make me wet, the impact is hard now no way to ignore I've never been higher with my feet on the floor, punish with extreme predjudice for I am but skin fortified with iron when you let me in, strict structure the method, used well you'll go far while the fuckers are out drinking put your hands on the bar.
"MB Eric: With the above proving that he has completely F'n lost it since 2001."