I I'll only join a gym if I get a pensioner's discount and the vending machine dispenses ***s, beer and self lubricating fannies that will take a soft "un".
I don't know what I'm benching because my trainer has ****ed up my routine pre Xmas. Gone all body comp. Got me doing some weird high intensity ****. It is murdering me after not doing more than 6 reps for a month. Doing 12 reps of 60 for 5 sets. These are couple with another chest exercise and 2 quad legs for A exercises. Then it's more back and hams for B exercises. Alters to arms and legs on the other day. It's ****ing killing me. I was enjoying the bulking. So lactic. Chucked last night at end of session. You start off thinking Jesus these weights are light. Chest is the only thing that doesn't end up in complete burn to be honest. I like steak for breakfast like a proper bloke. I'd like to rim Jennifer Lawrence the filthy ****er. And scarlet johanssen
Cracking manly morning. Farting and belching, Bacon Sarnies and cans of coke. The quacks has just given me some 'roids', so I should be able to bench at least 500kg this evening with my left hand, after which two dozen bottle of Bud to wash down tonight's Steak.
Yes, all that's a myth but they will make you think everything in the world is **** and you'll start dishing out death threats to your work colleagues.
I am 54 years old, I get out of bed, I don't take any tablets, I don't do any drugs, I am a fat ****er and don't really care, my doctor is really pissed off cause my blood pressure is normal, I look after me mam as her carer, drink beer and wine, bench press who cares, wine press ****ing A. Comment sponsored by Jacobs Creek.
I love how non gym goers think that all gym going blokes stand around looking at each other's bellends tiddling up and down as they run and then chase each other into the showers. That's definitely not the case, you're not allowed to run in the changing rooms, the floor is too slippy.
