EPTAnd now on to a deadlifting joke (humor,haw!). I pulled 600 kilopounds yesterday and boy are my arms tired.
Here is a closing anecdote to this blog:
My nose was stuffy. I was on the Fung Wah bus trying to sleep . It wasn't working. If only I had been on an airplane that was faster than the Fung Wah bus, then I could have gone without sleep for the time that I was traveling so slowly. When we finally stopped somewhere in Connecticut, I got out of the bus--much like the majority of my fellow travelers-- to use the head (john). After I was finished relieving myself, I looked in the mirror and saw myself. I mostly looked like me all the time, except there was a large snot, a real monster, waiting to embarrass me in front of everyone I didn't know. Being a thoughtful human, I decided the best course of action would be to suck the offender back into my head, rather than waste a valuable piece of paper that could later save the world somehow. And so I sniffed as hard as I could. It is difficult to describe the sensation that I was then subjected to. If any of you have ever tried cocaine, try to imagine doing that, except instead of cocaine, you are sniffing the thick shitty air of ten thousand men. I arrived at my destination promptly and have no complaint.
