Today my lovely wife and I were eating dinner and she was staring at me all enamored and shit... baby had them bedroom eyes a going lol... she paid me a great compliment 'You look really good, if you get any more ripples across your stomach you're gonna have to wait till I come home to go to the gym with you'. Yeah The 44 is in full sexy beast mode, 248.6 pounds of sexy piled 69" high (5' 9" for you Math was not essential attendees). So then she asked 'How long do you have to keep taking that shit?'... almost struck a nerve bro. Shit? What SHIT? Oh you mean the gear? I failed to educate my wife on AAS courtesy... good gear is not 'Shit'. I think my single feeling was almost hurt. I explained to her I'm on TRT basically and that I blast and cruise (never attempt to explain shit like this to a woman... you'll get a headache), you never stop you just taper down and run gear at TRT doses to maintain. 'Well you need to taper down now because you're arms are looking unnatural'... Geez now 44 is confused as I thought that was a good thing lol. So what's to be learned from this? The 44 drew up a cc of Test E and said "Pin my delt" she obliged. #RunMyHouse ... 1:30am now, waking up at 5:30am going to the gym at 8:30am and killing shit.
The 44
The 44