Charles Bronson
old timey gentleman
been gone a while.. missed you crazy fuckers, i went out and picked up a laptop so i can do more than lurk here on my busted ass iPhone.. so yeah I'm back and stuff or whatever, not that i have been slacking - its been an eventful time in my life, things having changed quite a bit lads..
oh yea! get ready for Charley Bronson's way too personal training blog!!!
so here goes..
after 17 years together, 3 children and a semi wonderful marriage.. there was some intrigue involving my wife and my best friend from 15 years ago.. apparently they became rather close, on more than one occasion, while her and i were separated for about 5 months after a rather heated argument. i found out about this 15 years later by happening upon her Facebook open on the kitchen table, and finding messages to her from this guy.. she hadn't responded, and when i said ' hello ' with him assuming i was her, shit got real son!
he apparently had wrestled with his feelings for her and his conscience about things simultaneously for the better part of the last two decades. when i closed down the computer and pressed her about what he had said - she neither confirmed nor denied anything, her only response was "there is nothing to talk about" which translated into english from femineezian loosely means:
"yeah i fucked your friend while we were split up, he was there and you were not - too busy off fucking that stripper! therefore its none of your business and I'm never telling you a god damned thing"
Bronson was on fucking fire.
i mean, she technically didn't cheat. technically we werent together.. technically. but god damn - my best fucking friend? and you just happened to leave that small detail out when we got back together then??? cunt.
i reacted by ignoring her and chasing down as much pussy on the side as i could. Bronson apparently still has his hustle together boys, even without any play over the last 17 years - within a month i was juggling 3 women and still home for dinner every night. understand this lads, i thought that running up the score would make me feel better, make it easier for me to let go of things and continue life as a married man and head of my family. as fucked up as that is, i really thought that if i knocked off some pussy i might be able to move forward without having my pride get in the way of just forgiving her and forgetting about this thing that happened so long ago - and while we were split up..
i was wrong. or maybe i was just making an excuse to dip into some strange pussy after so fucking long, while all jacked up on a cycle including halo.. i was a pussy destroying demi god of aggression, wrath, and vengeance. nothing was more satisfying to me than hearing the moans of whatever woman was taking the pounding that day. i was in shape for it, stamina through th roof and my body looked crazy as fuck with the stack i was running and all the training i was doing.. felt pretty good to strip down and hear a woman tell me i was "gorgeous" and " OMG you're a beautiful man!" just some of the things these girls were saying to me, i just ate it up.. was pretty good for my old fucking ego after learning the wife had been boned by someone i considered to be like a brother to me. a 2-4 hour epic pounding was pretty much the norm anytime i cornered a victim in place safe enough to strip down in.. i thought i was on my way to making peace with myself over this, to letting go of shit
instead, the longer it went on i just felt worse.. i hurt a couple girls who really had been very sweet and kind towards me, that had done nothing wrong other than to like me and trust me.. more than one of these girls developed strong feelings, and in shooting them down - god everything about it made me feel about 10 different shades of heartless cruel prick.. the big news was, i found out old charley B has a conscience about side pussy while being married and still very much in love with the mother of my children. the whole man whore thing wasn't making it easier to let go of how i felt about things.. it just made me feel like a huge dickhead. in hindsight, i wish i had handled things differently.
so after ruining friendships with a couple girls i really did like, i swallowed my pride and tried to talk to Mrs Bronson again.. when i approached her about some closure, about having a serious discussion and putting things to rest - turns out Mrs Bronson is no fool , and instead of a heart to heart talk - she slapped the lips off my face and proceeded to beat me over the head with details about all the women i had just knocked off.. she broke down into tears and told me i had destroyed every way she had ever felt about me and had ever loved me.
being the caring sensitive and romantic individual that i am, i dug deep into my heart and soul and i responded with -
"yeah.. well you fucked my best friend you dirty fucking whore, so there is THAT. you and him both are lucky you're not fucking DEAD. in fact I'm more insulted he would stick his dick in you and think i wouldn't kill him than i am insulted about the whole dick/pussy contact at all. fuck you bitch - enjoy being a 40 something year old single mother with stretch marks and a blown out twat from squirting out all these kids - your fucking cunt looks like someone kicked a hole in the side of a dead hogs carcass - i can do better!!! I'm glad you fucked that idiot, i can walk away now without feeling like i abandoned my kids"
and with that..
chucky motherfucky decided that being an angry vindictive selfish prick was exactly the right approach to this shit all along. i refuse to be heart broken and destroyed over some cunt being scandalous. my grandfather told me when i was maybe 12 years old " son, all women are whores - except for your momma.. just don't ask your daddy about momma!" gee whiz grandpa.. i think i get it now
so i packed my dignity and pride and let her keep everything else , like shame and regret for being a fucking whore- have fun explaining to everyone why we are not together- I'm leaving!
i broke my rusty fucking cage and ran..
so within a few months time, i have retired from combat sports and lost my family. i have literally nothing to show for the last two decades of my life except wear and tear. everything that has defined me for my entire adult life has ben stripped away, i really can see why so many divorced men end up falling apart and suck on the end a shotgun barrel or tie a knot in a piece of rope out in the barn
but Charley B is no fucking pillow biter, oh no!
of course I'm hurt and feel pretty fucking beaten right now.. but the flip side of that is that i am fucking free without a wife and kids for the first fucking time since i was 19 years old. i have a place to stay far out in the country, i have a small business thats taking off - i have the means for providing bare essentials to survive for at least the next year without having to work a 9-5
HMMM! what to do with such freedom and time on my hands?
the best revenge is living well then? ok lads - i think i will do THAT
I'm going off on a fucking 6 month bulk, lets get thick quick! ill walk into the courtroom and sign papers 30 lbs pounds heavier at 10% body fat with a hot bitch on my arm and a smile on my face..
I've already talked to my rep from PSL and going all out..
no cutting corners - test deca tren and masteron with 12 weeks of dbol split into two 6 week runs
it will be a heavy stack, ill run the tren for as much of the 6 months off and on as i can stand it, as my bloodwork and sides allow me to be on..
I'm going to crush this shit, diet and training like some mountain top monk who lost his fucking mind and had to withdraw from contact with other humans. in truth, its not that far from reality right now.. i have deer in my yard every night, and a fucking bear that keeps getting into my garbage. he and i are going to have to talk things out at some point - that shits getting old quickly.
I'm not even talking to any pussy, don't want to look at a woman. i am president of the he-man woman haters club at the moment. give me a little while.. a few weeks on a gram of test/deca and I'm sure ill have a change of heart. ill post the details on my cycle, training and diet.. once I'm back on and chasing pussy down, ill splatter some hapless girls pics on the boards just for you guys to have shits an giggles.
til then, ill get some current pics to show where I'm at now. ill let you guys decide where my body fat is, and if i need to cut anymore before jumping on cycle..
one of the reasons I'm bulking, going to log this shit.. ill have an excuse to stick around and hang out on the board with you nihilistic narcissist fuckers. i love you guys. and honestly, whatever is said and goes on here, might be the most interaction i have with human beings for sometime to come. i buried myself out in these woods for the next 6 months on purpose, which fit the frame of mind i was in at the time i signed the lease, but may have been a mistake the longer I'm out here and the better i start to feel. i just wanted away from the city and away rom people in general.. well, mission accomplished there.
the last log i ran, the responses and encouragement i got from you guys kept me plugged in and pushing harder than i would probably have ever pushed on my own.. was like having training partners/ friends sitting in on my workout and watching me progress.. i did my best and held myself accountable all the way to the end when i got my ass beat ( oh yea, that hard black bastard came over to train with me a few times and is now my student, fights for my gym
) i hope to make this bulk as epic and glorious as possible, and of course ill be way too personal and include everything else thats going on - ill bring some funny with me, and this time be able to share the pussy I'm knocking off with my boys ! yeah!
thanks for tuning in and listening.. Bronson
oh yea! get ready for Charley Bronson's way too personal training blog!!!
so here goes..
after 17 years together, 3 children and a semi wonderful marriage.. there was some intrigue involving my wife and my best friend from 15 years ago.. apparently they became rather close, on more than one occasion, while her and i were separated for about 5 months after a rather heated argument. i found out about this 15 years later by happening upon her Facebook open on the kitchen table, and finding messages to her from this guy.. she hadn't responded, and when i said ' hello ' with him assuming i was her, shit got real son!
he apparently had wrestled with his feelings for her and his conscience about things simultaneously for the better part of the last two decades. when i closed down the computer and pressed her about what he had said - she neither confirmed nor denied anything, her only response was "there is nothing to talk about" which translated into english from femineezian loosely means:
"yeah i fucked your friend while we were split up, he was there and you were not - too busy off fucking that stripper! therefore its none of your business and I'm never telling you a god damned thing"
Bronson was on fucking fire.
i mean, she technically didn't cheat. technically we werent together.. technically. but god damn - my best fucking friend? and you just happened to leave that small detail out when we got back together then??? cunt.
i reacted by ignoring her and chasing down as much pussy on the side as i could. Bronson apparently still has his hustle together boys, even without any play over the last 17 years - within a month i was juggling 3 women and still home for dinner every night. understand this lads, i thought that running up the score would make me feel better, make it easier for me to let go of things and continue life as a married man and head of my family. as fucked up as that is, i really thought that if i knocked off some pussy i might be able to move forward without having my pride get in the way of just forgiving her and forgetting about this thing that happened so long ago - and while we were split up..
i was wrong. or maybe i was just making an excuse to dip into some strange pussy after so fucking long, while all jacked up on a cycle including halo.. i was a pussy destroying demi god of aggression, wrath, and vengeance. nothing was more satisfying to me than hearing the moans of whatever woman was taking the pounding that day. i was in shape for it, stamina through th roof and my body looked crazy as fuck with the stack i was running and all the training i was doing.. felt pretty good to strip down and hear a woman tell me i was "gorgeous" and " OMG you're a beautiful man!" just some of the things these girls were saying to me, i just ate it up.. was pretty good for my old fucking ego after learning the wife had been boned by someone i considered to be like a brother to me. a 2-4 hour epic pounding was pretty much the norm anytime i cornered a victim in place safe enough to strip down in.. i thought i was on my way to making peace with myself over this, to letting go of shit
instead, the longer it went on i just felt worse.. i hurt a couple girls who really had been very sweet and kind towards me, that had done nothing wrong other than to like me and trust me.. more than one of these girls developed strong feelings, and in shooting them down - god everything about it made me feel about 10 different shades of heartless cruel prick.. the big news was, i found out old charley B has a conscience about side pussy while being married and still very much in love with the mother of my children. the whole man whore thing wasn't making it easier to let go of how i felt about things.. it just made me feel like a huge dickhead. in hindsight, i wish i had handled things differently.
so after ruining friendships with a couple girls i really did like, i swallowed my pride and tried to talk to Mrs Bronson again.. when i approached her about some closure, about having a serious discussion and putting things to rest - turns out Mrs Bronson is no fool , and instead of a heart to heart talk - she slapped the lips off my face and proceeded to beat me over the head with details about all the women i had just knocked off.. she broke down into tears and told me i had destroyed every way she had ever felt about me and had ever loved me.
being the caring sensitive and romantic individual that i am, i dug deep into my heart and soul and i responded with -
"yeah.. well you fucked my best friend you dirty fucking whore, so there is THAT. you and him both are lucky you're not fucking DEAD. in fact I'm more insulted he would stick his dick in you and think i wouldn't kill him than i am insulted about the whole dick/pussy contact at all. fuck you bitch - enjoy being a 40 something year old single mother with stretch marks and a blown out twat from squirting out all these kids - your fucking cunt looks like someone kicked a hole in the side of a dead hogs carcass - i can do better!!! I'm glad you fucked that idiot, i can walk away now without feeling like i abandoned my kids"
and with that..
chucky motherfucky decided that being an angry vindictive selfish prick was exactly the right approach to this shit all along. i refuse to be heart broken and destroyed over some cunt being scandalous. my grandfather told me when i was maybe 12 years old " son, all women are whores - except for your momma.. just don't ask your daddy about momma!" gee whiz grandpa.. i think i get it now
so i packed my dignity and pride and let her keep everything else , like shame and regret for being a fucking whore- have fun explaining to everyone why we are not together- I'm leaving!
i broke my rusty fucking cage and ran..
so within a few months time, i have retired from combat sports and lost my family. i have literally nothing to show for the last two decades of my life except wear and tear. everything that has defined me for my entire adult life has ben stripped away, i really can see why so many divorced men end up falling apart and suck on the end a shotgun barrel or tie a knot in a piece of rope out in the barn
but Charley B is no fucking pillow biter, oh no!
of course I'm hurt and feel pretty fucking beaten right now.. but the flip side of that is that i am fucking free without a wife and kids for the first fucking time since i was 19 years old. i have a place to stay far out in the country, i have a small business thats taking off - i have the means for providing bare essentials to survive for at least the next year without having to work a 9-5
HMMM! what to do with such freedom and time on my hands?
the best revenge is living well then? ok lads - i think i will do THAT
I'm going off on a fucking 6 month bulk, lets get thick quick! ill walk into the courtroom and sign papers 30 lbs pounds heavier at 10% body fat with a hot bitch on my arm and a smile on my face..
I've already talked to my rep from PSL and going all out..
no cutting corners - test deca tren and masteron with 12 weeks of dbol split into two 6 week runs
it will be a heavy stack, ill run the tren for as much of the 6 months off and on as i can stand it, as my bloodwork and sides allow me to be on..
I'm going to crush this shit, diet and training like some mountain top monk who lost his fucking mind and had to withdraw from contact with other humans. in truth, its not that far from reality right now.. i have deer in my yard every night, and a fucking bear that keeps getting into my garbage. he and i are going to have to talk things out at some point - that shits getting old quickly.
I'm not even talking to any pussy, don't want to look at a woman. i am president of the he-man woman haters club at the moment. give me a little while.. a few weeks on a gram of test/deca and I'm sure ill have a change of heart. ill post the details on my cycle, training and diet.. once I'm back on and chasing pussy down, ill splatter some hapless girls pics on the boards just for you guys to have shits an giggles.
til then, ill get some current pics to show where I'm at now. ill let you guys decide where my body fat is, and if i need to cut anymore before jumping on cycle..
one of the reasons I'm bulking, going to log this shit.. ill have an excuse to stick around and hang out on the board with you nihilistic narcissist fuckers. i love you guys. and honestly, whatever is said and goes on here, might be the most interaction i have with human beings for sometime to come. i buried myself out in these woods for the next 6 months on purpose, which fit the frame of mind i was in at the time i signed the lease, but may have been a mistake the longer I'm out here and the better i start to feel. i just wanted away from the city and away rom people in general.. well, mission accomplished there.
the last log i ran, the responses and encouragement i got from you guys kept me plugged in and pushing harder than i would probably have ever pushed on my own.. was like having training partners/ friends sitting in on my workout and watching me progress.. i did my best and held myself accountable all the way to the end when i got my ass beat ( oh yea, that hard black bastard came over to train with me a few times and is now my student, fights for my gym
) i hope to make this bulk as epic and glorious as possible, and of course ill be way too personal and include everything else thats going on - ill bring some funny with me, and this time be able to share the pussy I'm knocking off with my boys ! yeah!thanks for tuning in and listening.. Bronson
