Before I start ranting, I must say that I quite enjoy going to the gym. I have actually gotten addicted, and I go crazy if I don't almost every day... Though it does come with these... setbacks.
-First off, guy on the treadmill, I asked you if I could use it an hour ago. Get the f*ck off!
- You, bringing your little 5 year old girl to run around as you work out. Call a mother f*cking nanny!
- And come on, don't come in the gym wearing shit loads of make up, style-ish pants and some f*cking TNA tank top. Ditch your little giggly group of friends. You came here to work out, so do that.
- I have only been on the machine for 10 minutes, don't ask me when I am going to be done.
- DEAR GOD, stop looking at my screen to see how fast I am going, so you can go faster. You are a 40 year old male, you SHOULD be going faster than I am.
- You, Mr. Muscles, it's called a shirt, you don't need to show off all your shit, we know you have it.
- Stop laughing at that bigger man who is having troubles. He is trying to fix his life, and you are the reason that he was too scared to try before.
- Bitch, don't ask me to change the channel on the t.v! I was here first, and grabbed the remote first, so you can gladly suck my dick.
- Wow, you have been here for over an hour and your fore-head is only glowing. Please, hold the applause.
- Get the f*ck out of my way, and do your push ups some where that isn't in the middle of the hall way.
Am I the only one that thinks these things?
There will definitely be a part 2.
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