There's something about The Metal Chest Expander

So I finally bought a metal chest expander yesterday. I don't know if the maker was trying to be funny, but the label went: "For external use only".

I hope my $10.50 was worth it. After using the latex version for a month odd, I'm sad to report here that I still see no sign of me changing cup size soon. Damn. And discouraging friends such as Champion Chen and Lion Queen, whose Man has considerable pecs, told me point-blank that some things are 'hereditary'. Damn.

I'm now crossing my fingers that Oto will come up with a male version of the Trimax that boost your chest size or something. Oh well.

Signing off,
Barneysaurus

There's something about Chest Expanders, Redux

I can't believe this. My chest expander snapped. Again.

No more latex for me! I'm going for the metal types.

In other news, I'm doing my attachment in a company that deals with inflatables. Don't ask.

Signing off,
Barneysaurus

There’s something about Another Obligatory Post

I’ve been like damn busy ok? Actually, not really, because during the time while I was MIA, I clocked many a good round of Spider Solitaire. Heh heh….

But since I finally log on, here’s an obligatory post. Sort of.

1) To respond to the many queries about what the hell is a chest –expander: It’s that metal string thingy you pull and pull with your arms so that your chest gets bigger. Except mine is not metal but latex. Not only is it more expensive, it snaps too! Yippee! For those who are still unsure of what it is, you can either: a) google it; b) just think of it that I’m trying to grow breast lah,

2) Totally irrelevant, but very inspiring. After walking past that Crystal Jade fast food thingy at Wisma, I finally gave that $2.50 chicken chop takeaway a try. Verdict: IT’S WORTH EVERY SINGLE CENT :D! Mind you, it’s a whole piece of chicken thigh we are talking about here, fried to crispy and tender perfection. I have no idea what the hell they used to marinate the damn thing, but whatever it is, it’s damn good. Go try! It’s like 1000x better than the so-called XXXL chicken chops from Taiwan, which sucks.

3) This is like damn late, but my favorite male blogger (or at least I think he’s male), Cheeky, has said goodbye. I is sibeh sian.


Signing off,
Barneysaurus

There’s something about How To Know If You Are Having A Bad Day

You know you are having a bad day when your chest expander snaps and hits you squarely across the face. How the hell thick latex snaps after just two months of usage, I have no idea. And yes, it was uber painful.

You also know your friends are not exactly the innocent sort when they asked you if you were whipped across the face in a kinky fashion. Too much lah, you all, I’m a good boy!

Signing off, Barneysaurus