I was reading this book and well here just read this.
Years ago, there was a guy in the gym that was a "real pain in the ass".I have never turned anyone away in my entire career who wishes to do well, nor have I turned anyone away with a degree of determination. The plot thickens,read on.
This guy was a typical," I cannot train without my reeboks", type of guy.You know the sort.He, just wouldn't listen,but continued to blast away at nothing else but arms and chest, "a total nonse". Everday he would wash and press his track suit, spray it with so kind of shitty aersol deodrant and expect people to train around him, especially us.
Normally, we would have welcomed anyone into the fray, but this guy just thought he was the business. One day he approached me and said that he "obtained" and he was told he should not say anything to anyone, but being the total penis that he was could of nearly broke his neck coming up the stairs of the gym, he was so eager. He diddn't know he was being set up from the start.![]()
I simply hated him, well not so much hated, that his next crap would be a hedgehog with his arms open wide holding a bunch of nails in each little cute paw.Yep, that's all I thought of him.Oh, by the way, he's daddy owned the gym! -opps
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He was told,advised is the better word,ask me on the Q.T, how to adminster the tablets which by the way were only Vitamin E caps.You know the sort, look something like the old liquorice torpedoes.Well I was not to miss out on advising a fellow bodybuilder was I? So I did.
He had to be at the gym the next morning and train his legs (once per month if lucky), and funnily enough, so were we! He proceed to do squat but stopped after the fourth rep. We waited until he came back from the toilet and he carried on. Three reps later he rushed to the toilet again.He came back only to have to returned for a couple reps later. Eventually, he sussed the sitaution out and stormed out of the squat room, leaving myself and my training partner absoultly no-good.I was crying so hard I thought my shorts would never dry out. My partner was even worse!
The instruction I gave him were simply.He understood about the type of sublingual supplements that you could slip under your tongue so that they would dissolve quicker in your system, but had not heard of the new steroid you had to slot up ones arse before squatting so that they would dissipate quicker into the legs and grow faster. This is what he had been doing that morning, "slipping a capsule up the old hole" rushing out and attempting to squat,only to have it keep fly out as he was in the down position.It was hilarious and well worth a couple of quid the he had paid for the pleasure. I can tell you the we were banned from the gym.It was worth every minute. What an arse hole "literally". My partner could not train for a couple of days, suspected rib damage. This is an honest to god really store.
I was reading this about an hour ago and had to let some of you guys read this..I laughed so fucking hard.Hope you guys enjoy it as much as I did..
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Man that's a sick image.
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