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Victorian guy
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Brothers.
Some people just can't spot. It's a shame, really.
Myself...let's just say that if you were my workout partner, you would be gaining muscle exponentially!
The other day, I walked by an old man doing seated shoulder presses, with a measly 50 pound barbell . I noticed he wasn't working to failure, and stopped in front of him. He stopped what he was doing and asked "Is there a problem, friend?".
"Yes. There is. Your lack of drive makes me FUCKING SICK!!" I screamed in his face, peppering him with spit, then I smacked him across the face. "Now", I snarled, seizing an Olympic bar with a 45 on each side, "10 reps...NOW!!" I roared. The old man tried, but after 3 reps gave up. Nobby walked by, stopped, took out his bike chain, and gave the man a lashing over the top of the thighs. "7 more, you old bastard, or else!" I hissed. The old fellow squeezed out 3 more reps, failed, suffered another lashing by Nobby, and, groaning with superhuman effort, squeezed out 3 more, and one brutal forced rep. I took the bar from his hands, as he fell off the chair and onto the floor, lying motionless.
As the ambulance later took the fellow away, I mentioned to Nobby-"Nobby, there are tiimes when one must be cruel in order to be kind!"
Nobby grunted in agreement, and as we headed to the squat rack, collecting all the 45's the gym had on the way, we noticed a teenage girl simply NOT trying hard enough on the machine bench press, and once more intervened to give our assistance.
The things I do for the other members at my gym...unappreciative bastards!!!
Some people just can't spot. It's a shame, really.
Myself...let's just say that if you were my workout partner, you would be gaining muscle exponentially!
The other day, I walked by an old man doing seated shoulder presses, with a measly 50 pound barbell . I noticed he wasn't working to failure, and stopped in front of him. He stopped what he was doing and asked "Is there a problem, friend?".
"Yes. There is. Your lack of drive makes me FUCKING SICK!!" I screamed in his face, peppering him with spit, then I smacked him across the face. "Now", I snarled, seizing an Olympic bar with a 45 on each side, "10 reps...NOW!!" I roared. The old man tried, but after 3 reps gave up. Nobby walked by, stopped, took out his bike chain, and gave the man a lashing over the top of the thighs. "7 more, you old bastard, or else!" I hissed. The old fellow squeezed out 3 more reps, failed, suffered another lashing by Nobby, and, groaning with superhuman effort, squeezed out 3 more, and one brutal forced rep. I took the bar from his hands, as he fell off the chair and onto the floor, lying motionless.
As the ambulance later took the fellow away, I mentioned to Nobby-"Nobby, there are tiimes when one must be cruel in order to be kind!"
Nobby grunted in agreement, and as we headed to the squat rack, collecting all the 45's the gym had on the way, we noticed a teenage girl simply NOT trying hard enough on the machine bench press, and once more intervened to give our assistance.
The things I do for the other members at my gym...unappreciative bastards!!!
