And this one.
'Twas two days before Christmas and all through the gyms, Iron was flying by the power of limbs.
The chains were all hung on the squat bar with care, enough links on the ground to keep them from swinging in air.
The The Prowler was loaded, damn hard to push sleds, and Wendler was finishing a set of 560 deads.
When in the Monolift there arose such a clatter, looks like Dave Tate, didn't he used to be fatter?
He positioned his body Under the Bar, loaded with the weight of a small import car.
The bar was all nestled snug in his delt, his abs began bracing hard on the Belt.
Down to the Box he went with control, after this set is finished, time to Foam Roll.
Some pics for the website to show that he's fitter, then back to the office to update his Twitter.
Then Facebook, then bebo, then Linkedin, then Flickr
The Blackberry's nice, but a laptop is quicker.
Then I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, "Free shipping to all, but not overnight."