From the Iceman Diaries, entertaining stories you can learn from.
Nick, Mike and I had been down the local. This was a normal Saturday except that I was not touching a drop of alcohol. I'd recently read all about the "Estrogen" effect of alcohol on my manhood. Not that I was lacking but I am sure most men would agree, we need all we can get.
The reason for my lack of participation in the weekly drinking session was what was to others "yet another experiment" but to me a life or death scenario.
Can you get rid of the last fatty bit by diet alone?
A question that had been troubling me for weeks. This was until I read an article on how cutting sugar and salt can bring out my full abs - I took this to include the stubborn last bit right at the bottom. The "lower belly" of the abs, as I had termed it.
I had proceeded to cut all sugars and salt in my diet. Seemed like a simple enough thing to do until you consider that almost everything nowadays contains sugar, salt or both.
Two weeks of no energy, moodiness, feeling edgy and cramping and I was looking truly ripped. I wasn't about to ruin the experiment by something as insignificant as socialising or even worse shrinking my manhood by consuming alcohol.
An evening like no other
Being at the pub with the boys and not drinking was a new one. They didn't seem to mind. I was drinking gallons of water whilst they drank gallons of beer. Funny, they were getting more and more merry and I was getting more and more pissed!
11:30 p.m. and we were on our way to the local Kebab shop. I would be a spectator of course.
Call of Nature. The three of us slid down a small alleyway. Half-way through our watering (all three of us) and accompanying slurred talk (on their part), we heard an "Oi you lot".
I was the first to start running, followed by Nick and Mike, manhoods still in hand. The two policemen were pretty fast too. Not sure what the big deal was but we were running.
Then BANG: Cramp. I got the worst pain of my life in my left calf. On the filthy ground, I saw Nick and Mike fly by me. So much for being best friends. And weren't they just about standing up a few second before? Guess the adrenalin got the slur twins flying.
A worthy punishment for my crime
I can't recall the last time the police had taken such a keen interest in an innocent crime such as ours. One of the policemen was puzzled as to why I had suddenly gone from Superman to Pee-Wee-Herman.
I told him about my experiment. Turns out he was an experienced body builder. Told me one should never go without any salt for so long. He seemed to think my cramp from hell was a mini-cramp in comparisonto what awaited me if I carried on with the experiment. How was I to know? He gave me a caution. Not sure if it was for my stupidity in the alleyway or with the diet.
Nick and Mike got to the Kebab shop ok.
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