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How To Get Super Ripped So Everyone Wants To Have Sex With You!

I was paging through the latest issue of Details magazine and I don’t know why, but this article caught my eye.

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It’s all about The Six Fastest Ways To Get Ripped; which are (1) pull-ups, (2) bench presses, (3) squats, (4) farmers walks*, (5) military presses* and (6) deadlifts*. BUT I DISAGREE! That list is complete bullshit.

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Here’s my list of The Fastest 6 Ways to Get Ripped:

1. Have good genes.
2. Exercise 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.

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3. Take lots of steroids.
4. Never eat anything that tastes good.

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5. When the photographer comes, make sure you’re super tan, dehydrated, and covered in oil.
6. Make sure that they Photoshop the crap out of you so you look perfect!

CONGRATULATIONS! Now you are super ripped and everyone wants to have sex with you!

*You may be wondering WTF farmers walks, military presses and deadlifts are. I have no idea. If I had actually read the article, I could probably tell you.


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Biggest Cock & Rudest Loser 3: Week 4

Our third week is complete! Today our contestants celebrate three weeks into the cockiest and rudest weight loss competition evahhhh! It’s Biggest Cock & Rudest Loser 3!

Exercise is an important part of every weight-loss regimen. This week, the contestants were invited to tell us how they’ve exercised to help attain their weight-loss goals. Here’s what they said:


Mikey
The only exercise I have been able to get in the past two weeks has been walking to/from work, walking the dog, playing with the dog, and COUGHING. However, since my diet changes have resulted in my weight loss leveling off and since I am finally able to move around without hacking up a corner of my lungs, I am instituting an exercise regimen. I will be doing 30-45 min of cardio every other day for the near future. May my ass disappear.


Tam
The picture says it all. I really have not focused at all on exercise. I have really only been seriously participating in this challenge for about 10 days because of my trip, so right now I’m just paying attention to what I eat and how much of it. I’ve been faithfully logging my in-take on Spark People and I think for right now I need to focus on that until it becomes more second nature. If I starting thinking I must do this, and this, and this, I’m likely to do none of it. So that’s my rationale for sitting my ass on the couch and doing nothing.


Ryan
The majority of my exercise is walking. Commuting to work gives me a baseline of twelve miles each week. I’ve also started using a walk tracking app on my phone. I love it because I can take a spontaneous path and not have to worry about remembering every detour when I map the route when I get home. I’ve also been doing some calisthenics, but I haven’t been disciplined about it. Usually, it amounts to doing some pushups while my oatmeal is cooking if I don’t have any dishes to wash.


Adam
I’ve been a lazy piece of shit for the past week. I’m paying for a gym membership … I really need to go to the gym. Ugh. But I’m just so damn lazy. bloooooooooooooooooob. Maybe my arm muscles will get bigger if I buy heavier forks. And spoons.


Polt
This week we’re supposed to talk about exercise. I don’t feel the need to change my exercise regime, as I was getting quite a bit of exercise before we started. I mean, several times in an evening, I had to drag my fat ass off the couch, ya know, to get something to eat, or to pee or whatever. And at least once a day, I have to roll my fat ass outta bed…NOT an easy thing to do, I assure you. So as long as I keep working out like that, I should do really well.


TwoPi
Slow and steady wins the race! Unless you’re pedaling on a stationary bike, that is. Or not, as I’ve been lately. I couldn’t find the “Add dust and cobwebs” filter in Photoshop… but the actual stationary bike and elliptical machine sitting in my attic are gathering more dust than sweat these days. I’ve been struggling with hip and back trouble for months, and at the moment my most strenuous activity is walking (when I’m able) and physical therapy (when I’m good and I remember). But I know I’ve got the equipment waiting there to be dusted off, and surely some day…


Michelle M.
I haven’t exercised at all. I’VE BEEN SICK! I did get my hula hoop, Thighmaster, in-line skates and dumbbells out of the garage for this photo, so that should count for something. Other exercise I haven’t been doing: walking around the lake, riding my bike and Zumba (which I intend to buy/do one day, so that should also count for something).


Mr. Sombrero
Mr. Sombrero has been feeling a bit under the weather past few days and he had to skip a few classes. But on a good week his exercise regimen consist of yoga, calisthenics, and ton, like 7 miles a day, of walking. And somehow I still don’t see the results fast enough. Damn you quesadillas!!!


And now the week’s results:

Stay tuned each Thursday for the stunning weight-loss success stories of our eight contestants. Who will win this year’s competition? Find out on May 31st … just in time for bikini season!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MICHELLE M.!!!!!

For Michelle M’s birthday, C&R invited a whole bunch of Michelle’s best bloggy friends to send her some happy birthday wishes. (Oh, and Photoshopping was strongly encouraged.)  Here’s what everyone had to say…


From Tam

Michelle is that sassy str8 friend every boy and girl wishes they had. She’s not afraid to
lay it on the line, and tell it like it is. She’s ready to let rip with the advice like:

“What, what, what are you doing?”
“Slow down, crazy! Slow down.”
“You big slut! good for you!”
“Put that camera down!”
“You stupid bitch!”
“You’re gonna write a sad poem in your journal, and move on.”

Michelle knows that a good cocktail and some straight talk is all it takes to get her friends back on the right path. Luckily we can all depend on her wisdom and firm hand to help us in our time of need. She also gives the bestest gifts and is thoughtful in the extreme. Happy birthday Michelle, the best sassy str8 friend I know.


From Chris D

Original Photoshop by Michelle M., Birthday Remix by Chris D.


From Polt

M is for many smiles and laughs you’ve given us.
I is for the ingeniousness of your Photoshops!
C is for the cuteness you just ooze from your dainty lil pores.
H is for Harry, how blessed he is to be Mr. Michelle M.!
E is for the elf-like stature you possess.
L is for the love we all feel for you.
L is for how lucky we all are to know you.
E is for excellent guest posts, gifts, and Photoshops you’ve done for us all.

And the other M. is just an upside down W, to symbolize Wonder Woman.  And
that’s what you are, Michelle M., a woman of wonder!

Happy Birthday Michelle M.!!!!!

HUGS….


From Mush


From VUBOQ


From FDot

I will simply wish Michelle M. a wonderful birthday.  For if someone as fantastic as Michelle M. cannot
have a wonderful birthday, then the rest of us deserve to languish in pits of fire and despair on a
planet devoid of puppies.    -FDot

From John…

Happy Birthday Michelle, the best blog commenter on the planet!   Disclaimer: the number of candles does not accurately reflect Michelle’s actual age.  No bunnies were harmed in the production of this image.


From Mr. Sombrero…

Happy Birthday From Mr. Sombrero and his kitty, Tesla!


From Craig


From David P.

Happy Birthday to the Marvelous, Magical, Mysterious, Munificent and Mighty Michelle M.!!!


From Mikey & Ty…

Happy Birthday Michelle!


From Paul

Since I have no Photoshop skills I would
like to present Michelle with her birthday pie chart.


From Enrico

Happy Birthday to the only person on Earth who could make a Britney/Ke$ha/Katy/P!nk/Kelly collabo even better!


And finally, from Adam…


HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MICHELLE!!!

GUEST POST: Mr. Sombrero, Won’t You Be Mine?

Hey everyone, Craig here! For months we were titillated with the identity of Adam’s significant other, the elusive Mr. Sombrero. It wasn’t until he and Adam went on a trip to the exotic locale of Sandy Hook, New Jersey that we finally got our first glimpse of the man behind the feline sombrero. And there was one thing that stood out about this man. He was hot. Like, really hot. Like, what the fuck was he doing with the ginger turdbagel known as Adam? Clearly Adam is unworthy the hotness that is Mr. Sombrero and I’ve made it my duty to save him from Adam’s repulsiveness and show him what it’s like to be loved by a real man. Me. So I’ve asked everyone’s favorite Photoshop goddess Michelle M. to help me show Mr. Sombrero all the pleasures that dating me could bring to his life:

We could run along the beach with lens flare!


We could ride a tandem bike!


We could go to fairs and feed each other cotton candy right after you do one of those games where you hit the weight with the hammer and set off the bell and win me an adorable pink bunny rabbit!


I could sing you love songs that rival all the birds in the sky!


We can stay up late watching Battlestar Galactica romantic comedies!


Or only watch a few minutes before more carnal pleasures take over. Wink.


And then in the morning we could look positively fabulous while we have breakfast and you remind me how amazing I was the previous night.


And when I’m super rich and famous, you can accompany me on all the fancy red carpet events I’m invited to!


Or we could star in our own private Cialis commercial!


And if none of those things appeal to you, we could just play with our balls for hours and hours and hours.

So what do you say, Mr. Sombrero? Don’t you think it’s time you ditched the zero and got with the hero? I’m eagerly awaiting your sexy phone call text message.

C&R Fight Club: OPRAH vs. MICHELLE M.

Welcome to a brand new feature game at Cocky & Rude!  The rules to the game are simple.  Each week we’ll introduce our fighters.  We’ll do the leg work and help you analyze their strengths and weaknesses.  Then we’ll put the results to vote.  You’ll pick which combatant will decimate their opponent in the knock-down, drag-out brawl of Cocky & Rude Fight Club! Let’s meet this week’s fighters…


Oprah Winfrey

Born: Orpah Gail Winfrey
Date of Birth: January 29, 1954
Age: 57
Residence: Chicago, Illinois
Marital Status: Partnered with both Stedman Graham and Gayle King
Occupation: Talk show host, media proprietor, actress
Weight: Fluctuates wildly

Oprah Winfrey is an American television host, actress, producer, and philanthropist, best known for her self-titled, multi-award winning talk show, which has become the highest-rated program of its kind in history.  Now considered by many to be the world’s most powerful woman, Oprah comes from humble beginnings.  Now at age 57, Oprah boasts a media and production company, a satellite radio station, a magazine, a successful film career (including an Academy Award nomination), a popular online presence and a brand new television network.


Michelle M.

Born: Michelle S.
Alias: Wonder Woman
Date of Birth: June 5 (year unknown)
Age: Ageless
Residence: San Diego, CA
Marital Status: Married to Harry M.
Occupation: Blog commenter extraordinaire, Adobe Photoshop Master
Weight: Hardly anything

Hailing from San Diego, California, Michelle M. is know throughout the blogosphere for her humorous comments and Photoshop masterpieces.  Michelle has worked at a few different preschools over the years, but ultimately left each one when they threatened to overturn her ever-present smile.  She enjoys alcoholic beverages — especially wine and cocktails with umbrellas, and despises most white foods, especially cheese.  While many of her online friends have begged her to create her own blog, Twitter account, Tumblr page, or some other form of web presence, Michelle M. prefers to ‘keep them wanting more.’


AND NOW IT’S TIME TO FIGHT! Who will win in the battle of Media Mogul versus Wonder Woman? Will Michelle go down for the count or will she deliver a knock-out punch? Will Oprah reign supreme, or is her time in the spotlight finally over? That’s for you to decide! We’re putting this no-holds-barred fight to a vote. The poll will be open for approximately 24 hours, and you may vote as many times as you want. That’s right — we’re not blocking repeat votes, so vote now and vote often for your favorite Cocky & Rude Fight Club opponent!


We’ll let you know which fighter wins the first round of Cocky & Rude Fight Club on Sunday at noon!

Biggest Cock & Rudest Loser 2: Week 11

My friends, we’re nearing the finish line of Biggest Cock & Rudest Loser 2. This week we asked each of the four remaining contestants to describe how far they’ve come in the competition. We’ll also be celebrating our final four with terribly Photoshopped graphics that place them into four great quest films.  Here’s what the final four had to say:

FDot: Born in a small garret in Paris, I lost my parents at an early age due to a tragic Jello incident. Raised in an orphanage where my pleas for an extra helping of potato soup were met with the harsh lashings of uncooked spaghetti strands, I managed to escape and stowed away on a freighter bound for America. Holed up out of fear of being discovered, I befriended a family of ship rats who taught me their language and the ability to be discerning about what cheese I eat. Disembarking in New York City, I found my first job at a factory sewing women’s shirtwaists that paid me $2.00 a week. Luckily, I was able to save money since food was not a necessity as, once I learned the intricacies of the dialect, I could converse with the local rat population and score small orts of cheese off of them. Eventually I made my way north to the suburbs. Through a series of events too bizarre and numerous to mention, beyond the fact that they involved a box of Boo Berry cereal, a pogo stick, and an irritated wombat, I managed to become the semi-unemployed dieter that I am today. My main possession is a small sliver of wood from that garret of long ago, a reminder of happier times.

Mush: I’m eating about 2,100 calories a day now and not exercising any more than I ever have (which is very little beyond using my feet for transportation), and I’m still losing inches and pounds. This whole no-refined-carbs thing is pretty neato, although I do kinda feel like an asshole when I leave all the rice untouched at Mexican restaurants. I still have five pounds left to lose to meet my goal weight for this contest; I think it’s unlikely that I’ll accomplish it in the next week, but judging from my earlier results, well, one never knows. I did have a five-pound week once. Over all, I’m really pleased with myself and it’s nice to have a waist again. I’m also sick to death of putting every fucking thing I eat into a fucking calorie diary. And this is finals week and I don’t have time to be fucking around naked on the scale just to get this blurb written!

Paul: How far have I come? I will make the assumption that this will be a blurb about some type of measurement. Since this is BCRL 2 and not the Porn Olympics I will share the fact that since the beginning of this contest I have lost 3 inches off my waist. My famous pink shorts, which were snug in July and had no hope of buttoning in January are now very loose and can be removed with just a tug.

Ryan: I’m just going to say really far. So far that where I started had quasars (which are really far away). But only metaphorically. I am a perfect normal inferior human pig-smellies and not an alien bent on conquest.


And now, this week’s results:


And now for our FINAL elimination vote. Here’s how it works: just like American Idol, you vote for the team that you want to save. The team with the least votes will be eliminated.
Polls close around Noon (EST) on Saturday.



As we near the finish line, here’s what you can expect: Next week we’ll check in with the final three contestants, and vote on our Biggest Cock & Rudest Loser 2 Fan Favorite. The week after that, we’ll crown our winner. And finally, on April 7th, we’ll crown the eliminated player that has lost the most weight since the beginning of our contest. And after that? Let’s just say that the first rule of Cocky & Rude Fight Club is that you don’t talk about Cocky & Rude Fight Club. At least not until April 14th.

Don’t forget to vote, and feel free to discuss Adam’s awful Photoshopping job in the comments!

EXCLUSIVE: The Truth Behind Michelle’s Mugshot

Although Craig and I have occasionally been referred to as ‘rivals’, we are pretty good friends.  And every once and awhile, we trade ideas for blog posts.  When Dave S. resurfaced, I suggested that Craig interview him to find out where he had been for so many months.  When that idea imploded, I posed another interview question: “What’s the deal with Michelle M.’s mugshot?”  Craig countered with a better idea.  Instead of just asking Michelle, he decided instead to ask everyone else.  They’d come up with their ideas, he’d illustrate them, and it’d turn out to be a fantastic blog post.

But there’s one problem with that idea: Craig is lazy! He hasn’t taught himself the latest version of MS Paint, so he can’t really even draw the theories.  He also has also given up blogging lately as he plays with his new Tumblr site.  Flash forward a few weeks of my pestering, and I finally offered to just write the blog post myself.  Craig graciously accepted, forwarded me all of your theories, and the rest is history…

Why Was Michelle M. Arrested As A Child?

Chris D.’s Theory:

Michelle M. was arrested for accidentally stealing Wonder Woman’s invisible jet.  If one should accidentally stumble into an invisible jet, it is hard to get out of it.  All you have to do is bump the wrong darned invisible button, and the damn thing takes off and flies you to Wonder Woman’s home base. Then Wonder Woman is left to cab it back in costume. While waiting for a cab, Wonder Woman gets some “interesting” offers from sketchy looking lonely men, and eventually a dirty look from the cab driver.  She is so pissed off that she has wee Michelle arrested. (Chris D. blogs at Perspectologist)

Jere’s Theory:

Well, she obviously murdered a man just to watch him die. But I believe that she was arrested because authorities found truly shocking amounts of smut on her computer. I’m talking ridiculously excessive, even by California standards. Not like kiddie porn or anything, but a whole lot of disturbing and probably unsanitary images. There was a whole section devoted to back hair (divided into “slight” “beastly” and “braided”) and another titled “how I saw the pool party” that we can’t even describe in print. The most disturbing thing of all, though, was that every single picture had been digitally altered to replace the faces of the original subject with the cut-out heads of some random blogging nerds. (Jere blogs at Blind Prophecy)

Paul’s Theory:

Michelle McKee was born Magdalena Fuentes in Tijuana, Mexico.  She was arrested along with an accomplice (see photo below) stealing lip gloss and tequila from a liquor store.  Because she cooperated with investigators (and because she didn’t look Mexican) she was cleared of all charges and granted full citizenship.  Her accomplice was sentenced to a lifetime of wandering the world carrying a backpack full of useless crap. (Paul blogs at Where The Parkway Ends)

Ryan’s Theory:

It was for taking a joy ride on the USS Midway. Authorities are still not sure how she managed to get the museum’s engines to work again.

Polt’s Theory:

Obviously, Michelle M. was arrested for being overly cute and excessively precocious! (Polt blogs at Polt’s Palace)

 

Mush’s Theory:

That kid was never any good. Getting processed at such a tender age did nothing to deter her; after the invention of Photoshop she was unstoppable. They used to call it graffiti. Now they call it humor. (Mush blogs at Goblinbox)

 

Tam’s Theory:

After extensively stalking Michelle’s family members on Facebook (especially her in-laws), following her non-existent Twitter feed and blog, and sending out my own special spy who happens to live Michelle’s area to canvas the neighbors, I believe I have finally unveiled the truth behind Michelle’s arrest during her dark and troubled childhood. As a child Michelle developed a love for beans. Kidney beans, wieners and beans, bean chili, bean soup and bean salad all left Michelle warm, content and full. However, as with many bean-lovers, there were side-effects. At school Michelle would try desperately to hold it in until she get to the playground at recess, but she could not help but let a little toot go from time to time in the class. The complaints of her classmates led to several reprimands from the teacher and this was followed by a visit to the principal. Michelle’s parents were called in and the school laid it on the line, Michelle had to quit the beans or face expulsion and several children had fallen ill following her last foray into bean heaven and the resulting gaseous explosions of an unnatural strength. However despite her parents’ best efforts to eliminate beans from their diet, Michelle managed to steal a case of pork and beans and before school ate the entire case. During math, Michelle let it rip and the smell caused three children to vomit, two had their eyes begin to water and the teacher to wretch. It was the last straw; after all of the warning, the school thought perhaps the police would be the answer. They called the police to promptly arrest Michelle for causing a public disturbance. The school was closed for the remainder of the week while it was aired and it was necessary for the police to drive back to the station with the windows down on the police car. Michelle did finally learn her lesson and no further police intervention was necessary. (Tam blogs at Tam’s Reads)

 

John’s Theory:

Michelle tried to use her adorable little smile and pig tails to begin her plot to rid the world of cheese.  Michelle developed her hate of the wonderful dairy product early on in her life.  Since Photoshop wasn’t around for Michelle to appropriately channel her rage, she turned to a life of crime.  Michelle, having just watched the Superfriends, tried to follow Lex Luthor’s lead and planned to kill all the grass in La Mesa CA.  Her logic: destroy the grass, cows can’t eat.  No cows =  no cheese.  The only flaw in her plan?  Michelle didn’t realize that La Mesa is in CA, not Wisconsin.  After serving time, and working with a court appointed psychiatrist, Michelle focused her considerable talent and intelligence in more artistic endeavors and to emulate Wonder Woman rather than Lex Luthor.

 

Craig’s Theory:

Michelle M. was arrested for burning a Wonder Woman training bra at a peace rally.  Charges were dropped when it was discovered that the bra belonged to the police officer. (Craig used to blog at Puntabulous)

 

Mikey’s Theory:

As a child, Michelle was the head of an international drug and gun cartel that was owned and operated out of the San Diego suburb of La Jolla.  Michelle was known as La Niña Brutal to the criminal community who feared her wrath.  Known for having killed ten men twice her size and three times her age, she alluded capture by the FBI for over years.  Once captured, prosecutors attempted to try her as an adult, but numerous child psychologists testified that she was being manipulated by the adults around her and therefore should be tried as a child.  She spent five years in a juvenile detention facility and had her record stricken once she turned 18.

 

And Here’s My Theory:

Which theory is your favorite?  And which one is most likely to be true?
Let’s come to terms with the truth, in the comments.

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