in the entire Bozo Schofield sage, I’ve omitted to mention one thing.
That Charles, the “former” (I assume??) friend who never bothered tot ell me about his antics when he first came to know of them “yeah he sent me a few” was his response when quizzed on it (I didnt push it though ... but ... HA! That elephant like memory ...) and Bozo Schofield don’t exactly have the best of history.
Both of them have had so many falling outs that I could write a BOOK about it, and they probably STILL do.
In fact, a group someone invited me to a while back showed precisely that – Charles laying into the Bozo, which to be honest he has every right to do after the way the Bozo screwed him over and treated him.
Believe me, Charles treated him like a brother, or better.
What did he get in response?
Shit. Backstabbing. Thievery. And more ...
Anyway, The bozo has his own tales on that (all made up obviously).
And if there is one thing they “sort of unite on”, from what I can tell.
“How dare Rahul write what he does about pull-ups”.
“How dare Rahul post articles that criticize the PRC”
How dare Rahul does ... but you get the picture.
Much like the good ole Trumpinator, yours truly is a man that people either love and will die for (figuratively, so please, before the brickbats show up!) or HATE with a passion and will kill if they had half a fucking and fighting chance.
Right (that last part).
And BRING IT, BOYO!
(for those people).
But anyway, same thing with my wife and mom and the eternal drama.
Every problem they have between them is miraculously all “solved” within the space of a nanosecond or less when yours truly “wild” shows up between them (IF he does, and if he has the misfortune of doing so).
Hey, what can I say. The common enemy. LOL.
Your enemy’s enemy is my friend, even if thats friend “until the enemy disappears”.
And last I heard, the enemity is still very much there despite the claims to the contrary.
How dare I. I know.
How dare I even think that.
I know.
How dare I even breathe, these people would love to tell me, so much do they hate my guts.
But guess what, boyo.
Thats how I’ve been .
Thats how I always will be, and intend to be.
Thats also how I advise YOU to be.
As Marc, the African Silverback Gorilla once told me.
“At least with you I knew where I stand! There is no bullshitting!”
And he was RIGHT.
What you SEE is what you GET with me.
I don’t play games, backstab, run around the proverbial Mulberry bushes, even when “spode” is after me, hehe.
Well, I’ve been known to do it often with a dame in hand. Hehe.
But other than that, back to it.
What you see is what you get.
Brutal, wild, HONEST to a T, and saying like it IS.
And that is how I will be until the day I pass on, brah.
And after I do, the products will remain.
And THEY Will be the same.
THEY will remind you of a man who once “was on this planet” and pioneered certain training methods that the ROW is only waking up to NOW at the time of writing this.
A long haired brutish “ladies man” (yes, they seem to love bad boys, LOL) who “just does it”.
Does what he WANTS.
And so should life be lived, bro.
Anyway, point of this?
You either love my fitness programs, or you dont.
And I’m equally adamant in telling you that there are NO refunds of any nature offered, that the programs are TOUGH and demanding (but they WORK) – that there is NO CODDLING of any nature, no “warming up”, NO Mama’s Boy bullshit, no “Mamsy Pamsy” whining, groaning pissing, moaning, and no Bozo like excuses about walking for miles at 3 am supposedly and still having the “ginormous” Belly of Buddha, man tits and more.
Walking my ass.
In his dreams.
Anyway, thats it from the man people love to LOVE – or HATE.
Hehe.
Back soon!!
Best,
Rahul Mookerjee
PS – If you’re wondering WHY Gorilla Grip is the book that arouses the most rage and passion in my supporters and haters, worry no more. The reason is explained right above, hehe. And grab the book while you’re at it – best ever!
