Mike is like a professional wrestler whose always in character.

I’ve trained with Mike, I’ve broken bread with Mike, I’ve had coffee with Mike and I can vouch for Mike…….he’s natural just like me. Yours truly The Liver King

Mike's the kind of guy to steal your bag....and then help you look for it.

what mystifies me is how she had a kid at 46...
THAT'S the real mystery.

Mike is the type of guy to call an old friend out of the blue and tell them how he’s doing.

The only person Mike was ever able to convince he was natty is himself.

Mike's response to someone saying "I'm having a bad day." is "I'm having the best day of my life "

Mike is so special that he even defies basic biology. Truly inspiring!

Mike has been on gear so long that it's his natural state. So in a way... he is natty

Mike O'Hearn is basically the flat earther of the fitness industry.

Mikes the type of guy who wakes you up just to tell you he’s going to sleep.

Mike Ohearn
Does he put in the work: Yes
Does he diet: yea
Does he have pretty good genes: yes
Is he natural: Hell No

Mike's body has aged like wine, but his personality has aged like milk.

The fact that Mike O Tren can get away with spilling such bullshit is beyond me

Mike is the kind of person who would lie even if the truth made him look good

The fact Mike dodges the question he’s guilty. Just admit it he’s so insecure it’s insaneeeee

What are roids?
Derek, don’t hurt me…
Don’t hurt me… no more…

Mike a legend. He's lied so much his subconscious has made him truly believe he's natty.

Baby don't hurt me

A titan's form, a mirrored face,
Mike O'Hearn, in his chosen place.
"All natural," the words he speaks,
While hidden truth his spirit leaks.
He flexes, poses, muscles gleam,
A fabricated, waking dream.
The needles, vials, a secret kept,
While admiration's harvest's swept.
He speaks of discipline and might,
A shadowed truth, concealed from sight.
His followers, they blindly trust,
Unknowing lies, built up on dust.
Each sculpted curve, a story spun,
Of genetics blessed, the battle won.
But shadows dance where truth should be,
The narcissistic god, he longs to see.
He drinks the praise, the hollow cheers,
A master of deceit, throughout the years.
His kingdom built on shifting sand,
A god's illusion, across the land.