in the past 5 years by bad luck and loudy decisions i have ended up sharing living quarters with 3 different body builders. coincidentally each and every one has been disgusting and messy and ill-tempered and noisy and steals my food.
i often dream about revenge. one plan that keeps coming back and back to me is to crush up a bunch of my oestrogen pills and put them in that bucket of powder muscle-building crap they all have.
what would happen to them if i did this? would their testicles shrink and would they grow breasts? would nothing happen? would the effects be permanent?
― s.rose, Tuesday, 22 May 2007 15:47 (nineteen years ago)
I think steroids already do that: This is from the first site I found from typing in steroids on Google
"For men-shrinking of the testicles, reduced sperm count, infertility, baldness, development of breasts, increased risk for prostate cancer."
I would either move,kick them out, or continually buy heavy things from e-bay/yard sales and make them move them (pianos, victorian era sideboards,etc.), or put them to work in other ways. Make them help you re-decorate the apartment every week? Like, "I want the fridge over there, no, actually maybe over there. No, I liked it better the first time." If you must live with them you might as well enjoy them! (Now that I re-read your post, it's really only one at a time over a five year span - thus it will be easier for you to make him do your will!)
― aimurchie, Tuesday, 22 May 2007 19:25 (nineteen years ago)
soy is bodybuilder kryptonite
― PappaWheelie V, Tuesday, 22 May 2007 19:35 (nineteen years ago)
i don't see how enjoyable the revenge will be, it's more of a conceptual thing. you'll be paranoid about it for a long time and i don't think you'll ever get to hear him complain "hey, why am i growing breasts?"
i had a communal bathroom my freshman year of college. these two nice guys went greek and their personalities did a 180. i'm sure a lot of it was the pressure of pledging, but they did a lot of annoying shit, like take over a corner shower stall with all their things, as if it were theirs. they'd get home at 4am from pledging and blast music, waking 20 other guys up. the last straw was when they left a bunch of 3 liter empty coke bottles in the bathroom with dead goldfish in them (i guess they had to swallow a few of them?). a couple dudes on my hall were about to go on the warpath, but i didn't raise any objection. on the sly i took the dead goldfish and stuffed them in to their shampoo bottles. for a while i was incredibly paranoid about it, even thought i went too far. i did laugh about a month later when they cleared out all their belongings and were using new shampoo -- i guess they were smart enough to know they wouldn't find the culprit and would just get made fun of.
― sanskrit, Tuesday, 22 May 2007 19:40 (nineteen years ago)
It would be totally wasting yr pills...them things ain't cheap. Go for putting shrimp in the dashboard.
― Abbott, Tuesday, 22 May 2007 19:49 (nineteen years ago)
That's not fair to the shrimp! I say banana in a tail pipe.
― aimurchie, Wednesday, 23 May 2007 03:46 (nineteen years ago)