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Tigerparks
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Dont you just fucking hate it? Don't it make ya mad as hell?
No I'm not talking about running out of Deca halfway through a cycle, or opening the cupboards to find your out of tuna.
I'm talking about the time when you've just finished a BIG BOYS set of heavy Squats, your breathing deep, and heavy. You're legs are like jelly and you're all light headed, thinking you might faint.
You stagger over to the water fountain, and as your within moments of collapse some spandex wearing, skinny fuck comes skipping over to it with his designer water bottle which is now empty, following his exersions on the cross trainer level 2.
There he is, complete and utter dork, donned in headband (do people still wear those?) lycra shorts with NO BULGE, and a designer string vest.
Does he take a quick gulp from the water fountain? Does he hell. No, he proceeds to fill up his 2 litre bottle of Evian with fountain water. Mutha Fuck!!
In my book that's fucking ignorant. Fair enough doing it if no one else is waiting, but to fill up your 2 litre bottle whilst I'm there with my tongue hanging out is taking the piss!
Prick was lucky I didn't shove the water bottle up his ass sideways, and threw him under my 4 1/2 plates of the squat rack.
After it got half full he turned to me with an apolegetic look, I said "That's alright you take your time" He didn't notice the sarcasm in my voice.
Once he had finished and turned to walk away, I asked him if he was sure he filled his bottle up enough? "Yes" was the reply. Are your sure? You can get another mouthful in there if you try I assured him.
Suddenly he knew the meaning of sarcasm. He scuttered away.
But I wasn't finished with him, oh no.
Yesterday he made a bee line for the fountain with his empty bottle, I, in no need of water, thought I'd have a sip of water anyway, cause I'm like that.
I took a quick gulp and turned to him. "Gotta fill myself up" I assured him. He nodded and gave a nervous smile. And he started to tap on his water bottle.
After a minute of drinking, I turned and told him I was ankle full. After several minutes I told him I was knee full, the smile had turned to a frown, the tapping got qiucker.
More minutes had passed, and I told him I was now full to the waist, and half way there.... I smiled apologetically.
For some reason he turned and stormed off, glaring at me whilst he went through the motions of the seated life cycle.
He knew I was doing it on purpose when a honey came by and I immediately gave up my position and offered her a drink.
As I walked past him I let out the loudest belch this side of the Atlantic. "Ohh too much fluid" I said. I could feel his look and he could see my grin.
Revenge is a dish best served wet.
No I'm not talking about running out of Deca halfway through a cycle, or opening the cupboards to find your out of tuna.
I'm talking about the time when you've just finished a BIG BOYS set of heavy Squats, your breathing deep, and heavy. You're legs are like jelly and you're all light headed, thinking you might faint.
You stagger over to the water fountain, and as your within moments of collapse some spandex wearing, skinny fuck comes skipping over to it with his designer water bottle which is now empty, following his exersions on the cross trainer level 2.
There he is, complete and utter dork, donned in headband (do people still wear those?) lycra shorts with NO BULGE, and a designer string vest.
Does he take a quick gulp from the water fountain? Does he hell. No, he proceeds to fill up his 2 litre bottle of Evian with fountain water. Mutha Fuck!!
In my book that's fucking ignorant. Fair enough doing it if no one else is waiting, but to fill up your 2 litre bottle whilst I'm there with my tongue hanging out is taking the piss!
Prick was lucky I didn't shove the water bottle up his ass sideways, and threw him under my 4 1/2 plates of the squat rack.
After it got half full he turned to me with an apolegetic look, I said "That's alright you take your time" He didn't notice the sarcasm in my voice.
Once he had finished and turned to walk away, I asked him if he was sure he filled his bottle up enough? "Yes" was the reply. Are your sure? You can get another mouthful in there if you try I assured him.
Suddenly he knew the meaning of sarcasm. He scuttered away.
But I wasn't finished with him, oh no.
Yesterday he made a bee line for the fountain with his empty bottle, I, in no need of water, thought I'd have a sip of water anyway, cause I'm like that.
I took a quick gulp and turned to him. "Gotta fill myself up" I assured him. He nodded and gave a nervous smile. And he started to tap on his water bottle.
After a minute of drinking, I turned and told him I was ankle full. After several minutes I told him I was knee full, the smile had turned to a frown, the tapping got qiucker.
More minutes had passed, and I told him I was now full to the waist, and half way there.... I smiled apologetically.
For some reason he turned and stormed off, glaring at me whilst he went through the motions of the seated life cycle.
He knew I was doing it on purpose when a honey came by and I immediately gave up my position and offered her a drink.
As I walked past him I let out the loudest belch this side of the Atlantic. "Ohh too much fluid" I said. I could feel his look and he could see my grin.
Revenge is a dish best served wet.
