I Was Cleaning Out My Closet Yesterday And I Found My Old Yearbook, Which I Somehow Forgot About. Here's

I was cleaning out my closet yesterday and I found my old yearbook, which I somehow forgot about. Here's a photo of my old English teacher. It was insanely hard to focus in his class as a closeted gay teenager, but I still was such a teacher's pet with him. It's kind of obvious why now.

Here's another old yearbook photo, this time of the old football coach. I had him for PE a couple of years, and also he was my teacher in Health class. It's insanely hard to keep a straight face when this guy talks about the dangers of steroids, but I didn't mind having him as a teacher. I wonder how he's doing now? Out of all of the staff at my school, he was the one that seemed really passionate about growing. He could be way bigger now.

His goal is to have the most extreme chest to waist ratio ever. His boyfriend pretends to be exasperated but he actually finds it hot.

“His ass is stuck in the truck. You heard me. His ass is stuck. In the truck. What do you mean give him his next dose? Your best plan is for him to fucking outgrow the damn thing? Huh. Well. You know. I can’t think of any other way to get him out of there… “

"I ain't too used to all of this office work yet, but it ain't that bad. It's a lot easier to go all out in the gym now that I'm now tiring myself out at work. Results kind of speak for themself at this point, and my boyfriend sure does like it."