by Kristin D.
13. October 2009 21:41
Corey had a giant, intimadating barrel on his counter.
It was definitely a barrel, there is no other word to describe it because it was much bigger than a tub of ice cream or a Costco-sized tub of milk, and beside it were two small Popeye cups with lids. Protein powder, gross.
I've purchased protein powder before, once for a birthday gift for my brother (the shiz is expensive) when he decided he needed muscles to hunt down a girlfriend and the second time I bought some when a particularly fit male friend told me that I should drink it after my long runs to optimize lean muscle building. Whatever that means. I liked the wor...
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