Lige en lille remse....:)

[Splint]

Down the road, in a gym far away,

A young man was heard to say,

"No matter what I do, my legs won't grow!"

He tried leg extensions, leg curls, leg presses too.

Tried to cheat, these sissy workouts he do!

From the corner of the gym where the big guys train,

Through a cloud of chalk and the midst of pain,

Where the big iron rides high, and threaten lives,

Where the noise is made with the big forty-fives,

A deep voice bellowed as he wrapped his knees,

A very big man with legs like trees,

Laughed as he snatched another plate from the stack,

Chalked his hands and monstrous back,

Said, "Boy, stop lying and don't say you've forgotten,

Trouble with you is ain't been SQUATTIN'!

[jarvig13]

Smukt :D - og rigtigt ;) :)

[jsc]

Den haaar vi hørt.. :)

[MadsSWIM]

Jeg "hørte" den nu for første gang idag - smukt! :)

Mads :swim:

[Squatfather]

A Brother´s Saga

The mighty men of Iceland sing

against the wind and winter´s string.

Viking blood and Viking ale

have conquered worlds in truth and tale,

But never a man of ice and winter

doth lift the Manhood Stone like Hinter.

Blue lagoons and lava caves;

geysers blow, volcanos rage.

Such a place is Hinter´s host;

"the Gates of Hell" it´s called by most.

But never a man loved home like Hinter;

he reveled in the cold, dark winter.

Now cometh to this Viking land

a man called Squat, with steel in hand.

Of Norsemen´s blood by mother´s mother,

he braved the cold to seek his brother.

And never a man from Norse begot

doth lift the heavy steel like Squat.

Then Cometh he to hinter´s lair

where fires glow on women fair

And geysers blow from Hell´s fires burning

a drink men drink called Black Death, churning.

Through steel and stone are worlds apart,

still Hinter shook the hand of Squat.

Why come you here to seek your kin?

The days grow short and winter´s in.

My brother´s here - I feel his soul.

I´ll find him though the nights turn cold.

But first lets drink som Viking beer!

My brother lives; I have no fear.

So drank these mighty men of old,

the Black Death steaming and Viking Gold.

So drank till nightfall came and went,

till six months passed and stories spent,

But never a word was ever spoken

of stone and teel, or strength feats broken.

The Clash of Giants contest nears.

The crash of stone and steel one hears.

Hinter lifts the Manhood Stone

While mighty Squat bears steel on bone,

But neither winces at the strain,

and both men feel the other´s pain.

And never a man of ice and winter

doth lift the Manhood Stone like Hinter.

And never a man from Norse begot

doth lift the heavy steel like Squat

Now, come you to the place of Vikings

to test your might on steel and stone.

From throughout Iceland giants lift

to prove their worth and win the gift.

More steel, more stone to hand is taken,

till one man fails, his honor shaken.

When stone is gone and steel bars bent,

just two men stand, the others spent.

Squat shares a kinship brothers may

with mighty Hinter on this day,

For both have won the cherished gift

of Vikings past who made the lift.

The gift of Brotherhood, ´tis told,

is Viking blood, worth more than gold,

And brotherhood´s worth more than gold.

Dr. Squat

[Rod]

Så kan vi da også lige få den her igen :)

The Gospel of Sq'waht

- Rod