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I look after my people on Sherdog. lol
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I've been in a good mood for a change. Anyway, I think I should not rant as much and just have more ass in this log. So I'm offically changing the schedule around here to
lift, lift, JJ, ass, lift, lift, JJ ass. With an odd rant thrown in here once in awhile. Right now I'm holding onto a rant that ends in death w/pics but it will be early next week.
lift, lift, JJ, ass, lift, lift, JJ ass. With an odd rant thrown in here once in awhile. Right now I'm holding onto a rant that ends in death w/pics but it will be early next week.
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pfft.
/pretends to rant
I'll save this log.
I wish i knew the first chicks name
~Foz
I just wish I "knew" the chick
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its quite nice I agree.
~Foz
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I thought my home was my castle however,
It was a simple evening, trying to get some laundry done before I left for a weekend at the lake. It was about 1130 and there were clothes in the dryer I needed to change out. I wasn't really prepared for what was in store for me in the next few critical minutes.
Dressed only in a pair of shorts and firmly in my comfort zone, I went downstairs to put in the last load of laundry for the night. As I turned my attention to emptying the dryer until I heard movement behind me. A glance over my shoulder and I saw it hiding in the shadows waiting to pounce on me. I made a quick tactical retreat upstairs. By the time I reached my rifle I was just plain angry, how dare anyone enter my house. I sprinted back downstairs fully intent to end a life, even if I had to follow it out into the pitch black woods behind my house.
As I leaped down the steps I began to regret my choice in weapon and realized I had left the extra mag and flashlight upstairs. But damn th e torpedos.
I located my enemy hiding behind the freezer. I pointed my gun at him and curse him loudly, I expected some sort of reaction but got only a cold blank stare. The first round I didn't even realize I fired until I felt the familar pressure on my shoulder, I didn't hear the blast, only the casing skipping across the concrete floor. At that sound I felt a burning pain in my right forearm and saw blood coming from a wound there. I took a step to my left and fired again. This time I saw the bullet strike home ripping my attackers stomach open. I could even smell the putrid bile mixed with burnt powder.
Another side step and another round struck home. I fully expected that to be the end of it. But instead he moved towards me. IF this would have been the battlefeild instead of my basement I would have fixed my bayonet and stood my ground. Instead I perpared to feed the business end of my rifle to him. I called his bluff and he turned at the last minute and tried to make it to the door. I dropped another round into him as he fled, and I saw the gooey trail he was leaving and I knew it was almost over.
We pushed out through the door and I sank another round home, ending this. All that was left was to dispose of the body as there was no need to call the authorites since this peice of trash won't be missed anyway.
Here are the photos,
The first round landed here, opening up the stomach to where the spine was visible.
another round opened up this wound.
And the final shot
I ended up putting five rounds into this little bastard before the final head shot. I orginally thought it was a rattle snake as it was making a rattle noise with its tail during the intial encounter. I didn't know it wasn't until after the second when it actually coiled and struck at me. Total length was 34".
The wound to my forearm was caused by bullet splatter off the concrete floor, I guess I didn't get enough angle, oh well it didn't pentrate so I was lucky.
Tommorrow back on the mats, weights by weds.
If burnt and bloated is just a hop skip and jump from Jackt and tan I'm progressing well.
It was a simple evening, trying to get some laundry done before I left for a weekend at the lake. It was about 1130 and there were clothes in the dryer I needed to change out. I wasn't really prepared for what was in store for me in the next few critical minutes.
Dressed only in a pair of shorts and firmly in my comfort zone, I went downstairs to put in the last load of laundry for the night. As I turned my attention to emptying the dryer until I heard movement behind me. A glance over my shoulder and I saw it hiding in the shadows waiting to pounce on me. I made a quick tactical retreat upstairs. By the time I reached my rifle I was just plain angry, how dare anyone enter my house. I sprinted back downstairs fully intent to end a life, even if I had to follow it out into the pitch black woods behind my house.
As I leaped down the steps I began to regret my choice in weapon and realized I had left the extra mag and flashlight upstairs. But damn th e torpedos.
I located my enemy hiding behind the freezer. I pointed my gun at him and curse him loudly, I expected some sort of reaction but got only a cold blank stare. The first round I didn't even realize I fired until I felt the familar pressure on my shoulder, I didn't hear the blast, only the casing skipping across the concrete floor. At that sound I felt a burning pain in my right forearm and saw blood coming from a wound there. I took a step to my left and fired again. This time I saw the bullet strike home ripping my attackers stomach open. I could even smell the putrid bile mixed with burnt powder.
Another side step and another round struck home. I fully expected that to be the end of it. But instead he moved towards me. IF this would have been the battlefeild instead of my basement I would have fixed my bayonet and stood my ground. Instead I perpared to feed the business end of my rifle to him. I called his bluff and he turned at the last minute and tried to make it to the door. I dropped another round into him as he fled, and I saw the gooey trail he was leaving and I knew it was almost over.
We pushed out through the door and I sank another round home, ending this. All that was left was to dispose of the body as there was no need to call the authorites since this peice of trash won't be missed anyway.
Here are the photos,
The first round landed here, opening up the stomach to where the spine was visible.
another round opened up this wound.
And the final shot
I ended up putting five rounds into this little bastard before the final head shot. I orginally thought it was a rattle snake as it was making a rattle noise with its tail during the intial encounter. I didn't know it wasn't until after the second when it actually coiled and struck at me. Total length was 34".
The wound to my forearm was caused by bullet splatter off the concrete floor, I guess I didn't get enough angle, oh well it didn't pentrate so I was lucky.
Tommorrow back on the mats, weights by weds.
If burnt and bloated is just a hop skip and jump from Jackt and tan I'm progressing well.
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Fozzy1
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this log now has everything, guns, boobs, asses and snakes.
~Foz
~Foz
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Fozzy1
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its too soothe your gunshot wound.
~Foz
~Foz
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July 6th
Back to the mats, a week off and I didn't so much feel it as I thought I would. My game was screwed from the get go though, since I left every single one of my hundred or so mouth guards at home in another bag. I was able to get some rounds in with out loss of teeth and they were meh. I had some trouble getting out of turtle which is unusual for me. But I found a dif set up to a straight armbar I forgot about. Its an overhook at the elbow then a turn under to an inverted armbar, So those two off set.
Back to the mats, a week off and I didn't so much feel it as I thought I would. My game was screwed from the get go though, since I left every single one of my hundred or so mouth guards at home in another bag. I was able to get some rounds in with out loss of teeth and they were meh. I had some trouble getting out of turtle which is unusual for me. But I found a dif set up to a straight armbar I forgot about. Its an overhook at the elbow then a turn under to an inverted armbar, So those two off set.
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Nope, the ONLY reason I can see regular deads being that much better would be that you can use much more weight on a regular than a deficit. I'd still do both though, unless your replacing squats with deficit deads.
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Intense! Nice gunslinging, gunslinger. Also nice deficit deads. I wouldn't replace squats with them, though. Regular deads maybe, but not squats.
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Not sure that made sense so,
I am planning on though the month of July to pull volume bench and deads, I'm going to do SOHP as an assistance lift for Bench one bench day and dips the other. On my deads I'm going to due deficit both days with one day leaning towards volume and the other towards smaller sets. Assitance will vary with the deads. Does this make sense to anyone since I don't want to squat til healed up.
I am planning on though the month of July to pull volume bench and deads, I'm going to do SOHP as an assistance lift for Bench one bench day and dips the other. On my deads I'm going to due deficit both days with one day leaning towards volume and the other towards smaller sets. Assitance will vary with the deads. Does this make sense to anyone since I don't want to squat til healed up.
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So something like Bench+Dips, RE Deficit DL, Bench+OHP, ME Deficit DL throughout the week? Sounds fine to me if you're incapable of squatting.
