I used to flex my palms all the time at the gym. Bitches went fucking crazy... I got pussy like you wouldn't believe. I was on the top of the world... fast cars, fast women, world champions in grip/palm building competitions (sucked having to dehydrate myself beforehand though), I met a lot of celebrities including Danny Devito, Denzel Washington and more. Hell, I even autographed a picture for ole Denzy. It was a picture of us flexing our wrists. He was mah nigga. That all didn't last long though. I started to take PED's and my wrist was the size of Arnold Schwarzenegger's biceps. One day I was involved in a tragic masturbation accident when I flexed on my cock too hard and permanently cut off the circulation and rendered myself incapable of ejaculating and urinating. Eventually my penis rotted off and TMZ caught a picture of me naked, shooting up heroin in an alley with Miley Cyrus. I was the laughing stock of the wrist building world. My legacy, my name, my cock, all ruined. Eventually my PED connect was shot down in Chi-town and my supply line was cut off. I fell off the top and have been gone ever since. Gone, but not forgotten.