The rumors are true. Neil and I have joined the neighborhood gym. It is just down the block from us & as far as we can tell we are it’s only patrons. Aside from the teen with cut-off sleeves & an expertly crafted gel-mania faux hawk who is pretty much there around the clock. All of the equipment is a motley mishmash of home-made stations. Soddered benches, craftily tied knots & ingenious pulleys. There are many posters of 80s body builders on the walls & an entire shelf of statuettes of out-of-this world ripped men in bronze. The whole thing is really quite incredible.
We figured we’d just spare you the before & after photos and go straight to the anticipated end-results. At this point, Neil is seriously considering a run at Mr. Universe next year.
this is the ultimate reason photoshop was invented.
i cant wait to show ryan