I used to work in a very small gym, with a bunch of dumb country fuckers for members. I finally got fired. I used to have little things about every member that irritated me. There were these 4 guys that came in and worked out together, three were like poles, and one looked like Paul Bearer from WWF. They would come in when the gym was full of the three seriously built members and 20 old fat ladies, and they would pull their shirts off and run around asking people if they thought they were ready for a show. At first it was funny, but this was every god damn day. The owner was there one day and told me to do something about it, so I asked them to put their shirts on and quit bothering people or leave. Two of the skinny boys put their shirts on and walked of. The other two tried to be bad asses. Get this, I was about 6'4", 275, 12% at the time and Paul Bearer Jr. asked me what the fuck my fat ass was going to do if he didn't put his shirt on. This guy was probably 5'4", 310, 60%. I whipped both there asses and threw them out the damn door. There were old women in the gym actually clapping and cheering for me. I got fired that night, but it was worth it.
brianharper94