Article written by Josh Mac
I used to frequent my local chain big box supplement store a lot during my up and comings. I was a bright eyed teen with the natural test levels of an equine and a clean slate upon which to build some pretty impressive cleavage. Throwing the glass door wide to the sound of the electronic doorbell, I’d race past the aisles of herbs and oils right to the good stuff, the technicolor neon glittering packaging of $70 dollar protein jugs.
The loud colors had drawn me in closer, now I could see the dudes on the labels. I mean, just look at some of these monsters! That guy on the Twinlab Ripped Fuel was just… well, ripped! And Twinlab… that’s li