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Less than 20 degrees at killed Taylor.

Hattie, did you really think you could just show up? No, not that. Is it that one?

This is a new pool boy. Oh shit, we got a new one. That's crazy. Welcome to the show. Holy balls will be here for two weeks. That's Matt Sousa. This is Brad Asarraf. This is, I don't know who the fuck that is. This is Stevoimatosian. And there he is, Kill Taylor. Hattie, did you really think you can just show up five minutes before coaching a class and put up a time that you thought Taylor couldn't beat? I think all that table sugar prescribed by CBG nutrition starting to rot your brain. And Tristan, you think your mistake was not going faster on the double-enders? You think that's where you fucked up? You fucked up because you don't do sentimental training. I mean, look how fucking good I look here. It's because I

do the greatest program on the fucking internet. I mean, look at me. I guarantee you there's a guy

watching this out here somewhere treating his hog like a fucking empty tube of toothpaste, just

freaking squeezing out what little droplets of milk he's got left. And it's all

because I fucking do the greatest program on the internet, Sentinel Training. And now I present to you,

the fittest man on the internet himself, Taylor's self, about to open up a whole can of whoopass.

Oh, you fucking hate me? Let's be real motherfucker. What you hate in me is the shit you wish you fucking had in you. That confidence? That I don't give a fuck energy? The balls to run my fucking mouth without losing a single second of sleep over it. Yeah, that's the shit that fucks with your head, because deep down you wish you could do the fucking same.

What I got that you don't, that shit burns your fragile-ass ego, doesn't it?

You see me walking around, owning my shit, speaking my fucking mind, and it pisses you the

fuck off, because you can't.

You're too fucking busy sucking up kissing ass and living inside whatever sad little box the world puts you in.

Me? I burned that fucking box to the ground and pissed on the ashes.

So keep hating, motherfucker. Keep crying like a little bitch and keep throwing your little tantrums like the spineless motherfucker you are.

But just know, every time you talk shit, it's because you're a jealous motherfucker

pissed off that you're too fucking weak to do what I do without breaking a fucking sweat.

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