So... Let me get this straight:
Fight4Money loathes spending time with the "stinking ass monkeys" at his local gym, but allows a couple of them who "know it all" fix him up with a shitty routine. He then wastes a couple months and a couple hundred bucks choking down expensive supplements to augment his anemic diet, makes a half-assed attempt to stick to some deadlift-free, get-huge plan in the gym (I know, Fight4Money, that you didn't actually, verbally confide in us the fact that you work out with all the intensity of sugar-free, spearmint chewing gum but it's pretty fucking obvious), and finally concludes that--because his plan of cheating his ass off to get some shred of counterfeit respect in the 2Fast2Furious world of "ricing" panned out--he can obviously circumvent hard work and effort in the gym, too.
But wait! He's not finished yet.
Then comes onto the S&P forum to ask which "juice" is the "best." Then he insults the posters here by implying they have no lives because they spend their time the weightroom (instead of spending their time picking up prepubescent girls in their "pimped-out" rides). Then he gets flustered, decides: "Hey, fuck it all," and defaults back to the original advice of one of his "ripped" friends, who presumably also advised him on his routine which up to this point has produced jack shit for results and necessitated steroids in the first place. Genius.
Don't worry about trying to comprehend this post, though, Fight4Money; I'm not holding my breath that you will. All I want you to do is stand up, go to a mirror, pull down your pants, and stare at that vast, gaping void between your thighs. That's where your balls should be. After that, go ahead and read the stickies here (particularly Carnal's treatise), and get back into the gym. Start lifting as if you possessed a "Y" chromosome until those bb's in your trousers drop. And stay the hell of the vitamin-s in the meanwhile. You follow me?
PS: Sorry, Urban, I made this as civil as possible considering the circumstances.