Without barbells there would be no modern day barbarians. They say to jettison the padded balls and rubber bands and sink your teeth into some cold-rolled steel. Wage war on the enemy within. Pull out your teeth and reach for metal replacements. The Cool-aid is rotten and the napalm is ripe. Pop your ego with an ice pick and go to work. The enemy is always one step ahead. Victory eludes all of us as the pursuit grows more austere. The only comfort afforded is the pain of knowing we've engaged a journey whose trail is littered with the bones of our barbarian brethren.
Without barbells there would be no modern day barbarians. They say to jettison the padded balls and rubber bands and sink your teeth into some cold-rolled steel. Wage war on the enemy within. Pull out your teeth and reach for metal replacements. The Cool-aid is rotten and the napalm is ripe. Pop your ego with an ice pick and go to work. The enemy is always one step ahead. Victory eludes all of us as the pursuit grows more austere. The only comfort afforded is the pain of knowing we've engaged a journey whose trail is littered with the bones of our barbarian brethren.
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