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i know i haven't been here long, and i don't want to come off as a dick, but i need to share this story...
i recently started training in the evenings, as i got sick of getting up at 4:45 am every day. so, there are a whole new bunch of assholes i now have to work around...
so i go over to one of the dumbell racks last night, and the first thing i am greeted by is the rank, sour smell of gym clothes that need to be thrown away. you know what i'm talking about- the kind that when the first drop of sweat hits them they smell rank, no matter how much you wash them.
of course the place was crowded, so i had no choice of where to go.
i notice it's coming from this loudmouth, fat wigger fuckwit, only because he walked past me one time and i was nearly knocked over by the smell. this dude was the typical fatass "big guy", built like a lightbulb, with big ass arms, tits, a gut, and completely untrained legs. of course he was doing curls.
in his three minute breaks between sets, he was talking about how this is "his house", how he could bench more than anybody, how he hates powerlifting shirts because they're cheating, and how he hates to lose powerlifting contests because of the bodyweight to weight lifted ratios, etc.
the whole time he keeps looking over at me like i want to join in on his self-centered conversation the stinking twat.
then he starts talking POLITICS.
this of course led to Arnold, which was his excuse to start hitting some of Arnold's favorite poses in the mirror.
the whole time i'm wondering if this smelly fatass **** would shut his wannabe ebonics speaking ass up and train... maybe he wouldn't be such a titty having prat.
each pose would send a new cloud of stank in my direction, and the smell just made things 10x worse.
i don't think i've ever done 4 sets so quickly.
i gotta get the fuck out of the Y...
i recently started training in the evenings, as i got sick of getting up at 4:45 am every day. so, there are a whole new bunch of assholes i now have to work around...
so i go over to one of the dumbell racks last night, and the first thing i am greeted by is the rank, sour smell of gym clothes that need to be thrown away. you know what i'm talking about- the kind that when the first drop of sweat hits them they smell rank, no matter how much you wash them.
of course the place was crowded, so i had no choice of where to go.
i notice it's coming from this loudmouth, fat wigger fuckwit, only because he walked past me one time and i was nearly knocked over by the smell. this dude was the typical fatass "big guy", built like a lightbulb, with big ass arms, tits, a gut, and completely untrained legs. of course he was doing curls.
in his three minute breaks between sets, he was talking about how this is "his house", how he could bench more than anybody, how he hates powerlifting shirts because they're cheating, and how he hates to lose powerlifting contests because of the bodyweight to weight lifted ratios, etc.
the whole time he keeps looking over at me like i want to join in on his self-centered conversation the stinking twat.
then he starts talking POLITICS.
this of course led to Arnold, which was his excuse to start hitting some of Arnold's favorite poses in the mirror.the whole time i'm wondering if this smelly fatass **** would shut his wannabe ebonics speaking ass up and train... maybe he wouldn't be such a titty having prat.
each pose would send a new cloud of stank in my direction, and the smell just made things 10x worse.
i don't think i've ever done 4 sets so quickly.
i gotta get the fuck out of the Y...
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