This is my last post. Yes. I'm completely serious. You see, I'm not who you all think I am. Not at all. Currently, I'm a writer for Washington Post, living in a small studio apartment, always looking for the next big story, barely scraping by sometimes. I was asked several months ago by my editor to do a piece on this so-called "gay indian bodybuilder forum" called "misc" that seems to become more and more popular by the day. Initially, I was intrigued. The humor was bizzare, yet interesting. Nonsensical, yet genius. I spent several months interacting with people I had never met before in my life, learning the culture, what was "SRS" and what wasn't. Eventually, I began to make my own posts, testing the waters now and then. And eventually my own posts started getting noticed, and maybe for a minute or two I understood why you all do this. But that didn't last long. And with time, I began to notice how stale the content truly was. How the same RICHSTRONG and Getter_Done memes could be spammed over and over again, and still get massive amounts of attention. And I also began to notice something else. The viciousness with which you attacked each other. The semi-constant bullying and harassment. Each day, it made me even more sickened than before, to the point where you people made me start questioning everything about bodybuilding and what I knew about it. I couldn't eat. I couldn't sleep. I was drinking 2 bottles of whiskey every night. But, finally, my mission is complete. Tomorrow, we will be publishing a comprehensive guide on this group, potentially exposing some of your members' most well kept secrets. I'm deactivating this account at midnight, but before I do, I just want to let you know you all make me sick.

try men

See u tomorrow

ok rabbi

Try men

jokes on you, you can't deactivate your account on this site

Captivating tale ole chap, because the similarities are alarming, in that this is also my last post. Yes. I'm completely serious. You see, I'm not who you all think I am. Not at all. Currently, I'm a writer for Washington Post, living in a small studio apartment, always looking for the next big story, barely scraping by sometimes. I was asked several months ago by my editor to do a piece on this so-called "gay indian bodybuilder forum" called "misc" that seems to become more and more popular by the day. Initially, I was intrigued. The humor was bizzare, yet interesting. Nonsensical, yet genius. I spent several months interacting with people I had never met before in my life, learning the culture, what was "SRS" and what wasn't. Eventually, I began to make my own posts, testing the waters now and then. And eventually my own posts started getting noticed, and maybe for a minute or two I understood why you all do this. But that didn't last long. And with time, I began to notice how stale the content truly was. How the same RICHSTRONG and Getter_Done memes could be spammed over and over again, and still get massive amounts of attention. And I also began to notice something else. The viciousness with which you attacked each other. The semi-constant bullying and harassment. Each day, it made me even more sickened than before, to the point where you people made me start questioning everything about bodybuilding and what I knew about it. I couldn't eat. I couldn't sleep. I was drinking 2 bottles of whiskey every night. But, finally, my mission is complete. Tomorrow, we will be publishing a comprehensive guide on this group, potentially exposing some of your members' most well kept secrets. I'm deactivating this account at midnight, but before I do, I just want to let you know you all make me sick.

I don't believe you. So next time I see you post, neg cannons loaded.


Also, last post threads are ghey AF. Srs, vry srs.

Based as usual motherfukker. On spread. Srs, vry srs.

Hey guys, proudmanlet and tripod dont get the joke!

To answer your question Mr. Proud, I am your daddy

Boney M crew

What the heck did you just frickin’ say about me, you little whiner? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills.

I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the frick out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my frickin’ words. You think you can get away with saying that crap to me over the Internet?

Think again, buddy. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, buddy.

The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re frickin dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands.

Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable butt off the face of the continent, you little poopy-head.

If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your stinking tongue.

But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you big jerk. I will rain fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re in frickin’ trouble, mister.