Hmmmm, I guess I can tell this one. I'm married now.... Things have changed, and I love my wife very much. Just have to say that first.
Back in high school I went out with this beautiful cheerleader, "Jess." Every guy in the school loved this chic. So I got the chance and went for it. Ok, were dating, fucking like rabbits, doing all the normal shit. I'm playing football, running back, and I'm obviously trying to extend my talents into the pros, so obviously I'm juicing. One of the reasons she liked me I think... Shes got that normal view about roids, and of course just goes on and on how bad they are. I ignore her and don't give her any comments about it, but the oh so unfortunate dreaded question comes out. DO YOU TAKE STEROIDS? Ronda herd from Jill who herd from Jen who blah,blah, blah...thats all I herd. I looked into her beautiful green eyes and honestly said, "NO." Yeah, I lied. So thinking that would be it, I left it at that. Well, as a lot of you guys know. In high school its real easy to jump weight classes, and I did. About 30lbs. It's been about 3 months, and I'm thinking things are cool, until one day I go to my locker and it's been opened. Theres a note from the principal and the police in it. The Bitch went through my gym bag and found a bottle of Winstrol (winny) tabs, and shes in the principals office with her mom, her cop dad, and my dad.... So at this point I'm shitting my pants. I don't know what to think. So I have to sit there and pretend I'm doing something bad, and swear I'll never do it again. The principal talked to me for an hour, her dad warned me about going to jail, being dead at 21, etc., and my dad, hahaha. Well, he did'nt raise a fool. He took me out, told me how proud he was of me, and than called his doc and got me on doctor supervised therapy. Jess and me broke up, and I was dubbed the roid boy of the school, I fucked every one of her girlfriends, and her closest of all time, never to be apart, sister, best firend, who decided to fuck me at a party when she was drunk, just to piss her off....than I was the bad guy....I know, I know. Maybe I should'nt have done that....., but....., and my pops took me in as his assistant in the shop (owns his own shop)....where over the years we quit building cars....I convinced him to let his best friend run things, he got certified in P.T., and now we build bodies! He's a masters champ, and I'm working on it. The end.
My lovely wife supports me 1,000,000,000, infinity + percent with everything I do. I love her so much.