So I was hulkin it out at the gym today as I have been for the past couple of weeks and I realized that Monday is the day to go to the gym if you're a twat. Looking back, there are probably 3 or 4 times the number of people working out on a Monday as there are on a Friday (all things equal). If you want to envision the graph, just think of my penis after viewing kids in a sandbox (NSFW).
And I'm not just talking about the people playing basketball or whatever. I've been going long enough to recognize/give nicknames to several of my workout buddies. There are a couple dudes that are in there MWF rain or shine. These are the decent folk, the modest folk; these are the people who will let you work in a set and who perform their lifts with exquisite form.
But there are also those people who only come Mondays (unless they go Sunday, when God and the Hulk rest... the Shell, however, is closed on the weekend). I don't have a name for these people, other than the endless strings of profanity that I use to refer to most people. These are the twats that show up on Monday to grab the 80lb DBs and, in a style that is similar to both a vertical seizure and a bicep curl, throw the DB to their chest. These are the assholes that stand in front of everything at the exact time I need it, forcing me to physically lift them up and move them, thus expending more energy than I had wanted. These are the CLTMs who sit on the benches, hoarding all the equipment while they shoot up HGH and pop Dexotrim while flexing their biceps and making courting-like bird dances to the females, thus forcing me to do my benchpress on the floor, using the Asian kid with the 45s as a weight. I think he's ok with it, but I can't actually understand him.
I suppose things could be worse. They could come on Wed and Fri too. Or I could be going to the SERF. Or that Asian kid could not be there for me to use for bp.
Monday, June 23, 2008
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