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Anonymous File :-(, x)
When I was still in the military, my roomy and I were on the same program...worked out together almost every day. We both wore our own music, as the gym music sucks taint, and as a result kind of developed our own retarded abbreviated sign language. So we hardly took our music out. I should note that we were both enlisted.
Anyway...we both have OCD RAGE when we see someone puts dumbells back on the wrong spot, leave grips and plates laying around, curl right in front of the weight rack, etc.
My roomy was a very outspoken fellow, also very short and angry, and it was the nicest gym on base, so lots of officerfags and trophy wives went there.
One day, while waiting for some hefty officer (wearing a "THE BASIC SCHOOL!" shirt, so everyone knows he's an officer!) to put his dumbells back, we noticed he commited a sin. He put them in the wrong spot, even though he had JUST picked them up.
My roomy snatched an earpiece out and yelled "YOU FUCKING RETARD" and stared him down when he glared back, as I pointedly put his dumbells in the correct spot. He left the gym. We lol'd.
Later, doing incline crunches with the medicine ball right next to 2 hot Fillipino girls, I farted really loud, and after the instant burst of shame, lol'd hard. They left too.
That's about it.
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