I just finished working out, and I've had to listen to these fucking tree trimmers outside ALL. DAY. LONG.! I should just go out there and break off the branches myself. That's about how strong and powerful I feel right now. My arms are so pumped, I bet they could do more damage. You hear that grinding noise coming from outside? ANNOYING! I have some pent up aggression, and I figured out something else while I was working out. I don't like the way this tank top fits. What better way to dispose of it, than shredding it into a bunch of pieces using my own strength. I've expressed my love of ...

I just finished working out, and I've had to listen to these fucking tree trimmers outside ALL. DAY. LONG.! I should just go out there and break off the branches myself. That's about how strong and powerful I feel right now. My arms are so pumped, I bet they could do more damage. You hear that grinding noise coming from outside? ANNOYING! I have some pent up aggression, and I figured out something else while I was working out. I don't like the way this tank top fits. What better way to dispose of it, than shredding it into a bunch of pieces using my own strength. I've expressed my love of hearing the fibers ripping from my strength. I take one pull at the top and hear that glorious sound as I expose my pec muscles. I bet I would intimidate those tree trimmers if I went out there. They wouldn't feel so manly with that saw in their hands anymore. Not with arms like these. I continue to shred the helpless fibers from my body while flexing at the same time. With it hanging from my neck, I like the way it fits better already! I snap the final piece hanging on from behind my back. I'm in full on demo mode. As they run some loud machine outside, my aggression amps up and I shred each piece into smaller pieces. I can't get enough of that shredding sound. I wrap it around my back and rip it in a most muscular pose. My biceps must be the size of cantaloupes right now. I hadn't planned on showing off my pump or ripping this worthless tank top, but, why let pumped muscle go to waste? AND, now I have more dust rags!