Better option: Take pre-workout before you hit the gym and feel like the skin is about to vibrate off of your face. Have the best workout and pump of your life, and spend the rest of your meager existence chasing that fleeting high. Do this 4 times a week and cut back on pasta and you will look significantly better than 90% of your peers even if you don’t get abs.
How have you made it to law school without learning how to deal with hangovers? Drink pedialyte before going to bed and when you wake up, go get a sweat on, and pound water. Jesus. It’s just not that hard.
“Energy shots don’t work because the combination of caffeine, vitamin B, and whatever other shit they throw in there give me such a head rush I’m sure my blood pressure is at near fatal levels.”
Todd deserves this. He just sits there and takes it. He doesn’t correct the problem, he just passively lets it happen while trying to drink himself into happiness. No way the protagonist is freaky enough in bed to be worth it, but given how picky and shallow she is, Todd is clearly good-looking and rich. He doesn’t need her. Yet he stays. Todd is a man who lets things happen to him, not one who makes things happen. He deserves every second the torment, because he did it to himself. Fuck you, Todd. Fuck you.
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Veronica would’ve already wrote about it.
Better option: Take pre-workout before you hit the gym and feel like the skin is about to vibrate off of your face. Have the best workout and pump of your life, and spend the rest of your meager existence chasing that fleeting high. Do this 4 times a week and cut back on pasta and you will look significantly better than 90% of your peers even if you don’t get abs.
How have you made it to law school without learning how to deal with hangovers? Drink pedialyte before going to bed and when you wake up, go get a sweat on, and pound water. Jesus. It’s just not that hard.
“Energy shots don’t work because the combination of caffeine, vitamin B, and whatever other shit they throw in there give me such a head rush I’m sure my blood pressure is at near fatal levels.”
You are a sad, soft man.
Todd deserves this. He just sits there and takes it. He doesn’t correct the problem, he just passively lets it happen while trying to drink himself into happiness. No way the protagonist is freaky enough in bed to be worth it, but given how picky and shallow she is, Todd is clearly good-looking and rich. He doesn’t need her. Yet he stays. Todd is a man who lets things happen to him, not one who makes things happen. He deserves every second the torment, because he did it to himself. Fuck you, Todd. Fuck you.