My entire life i have been very attractive. So when i went to work out in front of a mirror and grunt loudly while i do it i want to see hot girls in yoga pants watch me in amazment. This was not that kind of gym. And ill explain it all from the beginning. I start my rountine buy chugging a monster and redlining my moms honda accord to get the juices flowing. When i walked in this place i was amazed to not see any other fellow brosefs. Which i dont mind more gym women for me. The lady at the counter looked more like a librarian than a gym lady. Strike one. I normally start with my pecks than abs then chest again and i need 3 machines at once because i crossfit. Some little skinny kid tried telling me that i cant sit on my phone and upload pics of me shredding to instagram and not use the machines (little guy doesnt even know crossfit). Boy was i not in the mood i told that preteen to eat more protein so that my knuckles wont bleed when i pound his face in. He ran like the girl that i called fat in high school. Puny punk boy strike two. My brah chad called me and asked me what i was doing. I told my brah to come spot me lifting. So chad came in but because he wasnt a member he wasnt allowed in. I tried to explain to the librarian that my brah is just gunna spot me. She told me to leave because im sure she was jelly of my abs and because i called her a landwhale. Brah thats strike three. I took all my sweat and rubbed in on the all the equipment and went in the bathroom and left an upper decker. Last time i go there
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