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My Challenge History
Pushuperer for 1 year
Push-Ups
Funds
2025
1,376
$5
Total
1,376
$5
My Push-Up Progress
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Stand shirtless in front of a framed photo of your Nonna.
Yell: “SPAGHETTI, GIVE ME STRENGTH!”
The pasta gods will hear you. The walls may bleed tomato.
💪 Step 2: Begin the Centopompi
Do 100 push-ups. But these aren’t just push-ups.
These are interdimensional pectoral prayers.
Push-up 10: Triceps begin to hum the Italian national anthem.
Push-up 24: Chest hair begins to grow in the shape of Sicily.
Push-up 37: You black out. You awaken in Venice. On a gondola. Still pumping.
Push-up 66: You see your great-great-great-great Nonna doing clap push-ups in heaven. She gives you a thumbs up.
Push-up 99: The lights flicker. A ghost whispers, "Uno. Più."
🧄 Step 3: The Final Push
Push-up 100 is done blindfolded, midair, while reciting the ingredients of arrabbiata sauce backwards. You don’t push the floor down — you push Italy itself up.
🏅 THE REWARDS OF THE CHOSEN:
Biceps now permanently play opera when flexed.
Garlic now peels itself in your presence.
Espresso machines salute when you walk past.
Instantly acquire the ability to reverse-parallel-park a Fiat with your glutes.
Your tears turn into balsamic glaze.
☠️ FAILURE PENALTIES (may include):
Turn into a soggy raviolo.
Nonna appears in your mirror every night at 2 a.m. and roasts your form.
You are publicly slapped by a holy wooden spoon.
Automatic exile to The Blandlands (aka England).
Tomato sauce curdles in your fridge out of spite.
🔊 FINAL WORDS FROM THE BEYOND:
“The floor is not your enemy.
Weak arms are.”
– Nonna Benchpressa, 1453 A.D.
Now go. Begin the ritual.
AND REMEMBER:
✨NO PUMP. NO PASTA.✨
🫡🍝🔥🤌"
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Thanks to My Legendary Sponsors
$5
Mr Breast
MrBerst Challenge NO#1.... 🔥 Step 1: Summon the Sauce
Stand shirtless in front of a framed photo of your Nonna.
Yell: “SPAGHETTI, GIVE ME STRENGTH!”
The pasta gods will hear you. The walls may bleed tomato.
💪 Step 2: Begin the Centopompi
Do 100 push-ups. But these aren’t just push-ups.
These are interdimensional pectoral prayers.
Push-up 10: Triceps begin to hum the Italian national anthem.
Push-up 24: Chest hair begins to grow in the shape of Sicily.
Push-up 37: You black out. You awaken in Venice. On a gondola. Still pumping.
Push-up 66: You see your great-great-great-great Nonna doing clap push-ups in heaven. She gives you a thumbs up.
Push-up 99: The lights flicker. A ghost whispers, "Uno. Più."
🧄 Step 3: The Final Push
Push-up 100 is done blindfolded, midair, while reciting the ingredients of arrabbiata sauce backwards. You don’t push the floor down — you push Italy itself up.
🏅 THE REWARDS OF THE CHOSEN:
Biceps now permanently play opera when flexed.
Garlic now peels itself in your presence.
Espresso machines salute when you walk past.
Instantly acquire the ability to reverse-parallel-park a Fiat with your glutes.
Your tears turn into balsamic glaze.
☠️ FAILURE PENALTIES (may include):
Turn into a soggy raviolo.
Nonna appears in your mirror every night at 2 a.m. and roasts your form.
You are publicly slapped by a holy wooden spoon.
Automatic exile to The Blandlands (aka England).
Tomato sauce curdles in your fridge out of spite.
🔊 FINAL WORDS FROM THE BEYOND:
“The floor is not your enemy.
Weak arms are.”
– Nonna Benchpressa, 1453 A.D.
Now go. Begin the ritual.
AND REMEMBER:
✨NO PUMP. NO PASTA.✨
🫡🍝🔥🤌
MrBerst Challenge NO#1.... 🔥 Step 1: Summon the Sauce Stand shirtless in front of a framed photo of your Nonna. Yell: “SPAGHETTI, GIVE ME STRENGTH!” The pasta gods will hear you. The walls may bleed tomato. 💪 Step 2: Begin the Centopompi Do 100 push-ups. But these aren’t just push-ups. These are interdimensional pectoral prayers. Push-up 10: Triceps begin to hum the Italian national anthem. Push-up 24: Chest hair begins to grow in the shape of Sicily. Push-up 37: You black out. You awaken in Venice. On a gondola. Still pumping. Push-up 66: You see your great-great-great-great Nonna doing clap push-ups in heaven. She gives you a thumbs up. Push-up 99: The lights flicker. A ghost whispers, "Uno. Più." 🧄 Step 3: The Final Push Push-up 100 is done blindfolded, midair, while reciting the ingredients of arrabbiata sauce backwards. You don’t push the floor down — you push Italy itself up. 🏅 THE REWARDS OF THE CHOSEN: Biceps now permanently play opera when flexed. Garlic now peels itself in your presence. Espresso machines salute when you walk past. Instantly acquire the ability to reverse-parallel-park a Fiat with your glutes. Your tears turn into balsamic glaze. ☠️ FAILURE PENALTIES (may include): Turn into a soggy raviolo. Nonna appears in your mirror every night at 2 a.m. and roasts your form. You are publicly slapped by a holy wooden spoon. Automatic exile to The Blandlands (aka England). Tomato sauce curdles in your fridge out of spite. 🔊 FINAL WORDS FROM THE BEYOND: “The floor is not your enemy. Weak arms are.” – Nonna Benchpressa, 1453 A.D. Now go. Begin the ritual. AND REMEMBER: ✨NO PUMP. NO PASTA.✨ 🫡🍝🔥🤌