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Rotten gym music- stopped! A true tale of gym justice.
Howdy, Brothers...
Lately, my new gym has been playing awful music- 'techno' pop crap that is nothing less than noise pollution, and other rock music that reminds me of the on-going decline of western culture that began 80 years ago.
The other day, I had to suffer through the horrible music of the punk working behind the counter. I had forgotten to bring my own CDs and tapes which I would have demanded his skinny arse play.
He ended his shift and left, and a new desk-jockey appeared- none other than 'JP' himself! When not running 'www.anabolex.com', he is now desk/towel-boy at my current gym! When we heard the particular music he was playing, Nobby and I suddenly stiffened up in revulsion- it was 'The 'Village People'. That was it. We marched over to the front desk, and informed JP that that particular music had to go!
He snarled at us, and said 'Well, then, I have something I am SURE you will love!'. We returned to our workout, and as I was reverse-curling 185 pounds, JP's 'choice' of music blared over the loudspeakers...it was the song 'Do You Really Want to Hurt Me?" by Culture Club. I dropped the weight to the ground immediately.
"Nobby, JP seems to think we like this poofter crap...he must think we like Boy George...he thinks you are a big poofter, Nobby!" I cried. Nobby's face contorted in rage. He stood there, shaking, biting his lip so hard that a trickle of blood ran down his chin, then, screaming "YA FOOKIN BASTAAAHHHDD!!!" picked up an 80 pound dumbell and threw it, with superhuman force, towards the front desk. JP ducked, narrowly escaping decapitation by the flying dumbell, and it struck the gym stereo system, with a loud crash followed by a small explosion as the tape deck, cd and receiver were obliterated. When the smoke cleared, nothing was left of the audio system- it was smashed to bits. JP ran whimpering from the gym in terror. Silence descended, and Nobby and I finished our workout in peace and quiet.
Howdy, Brothers...
Lately, my new gym has been playing awful music- 'techno' pop crap that is nothing less than noise pollution, and other rock music that reminds me of the on-going decline of western culture that began 80 years ago.
The other day, I had to suffer through the horrible music of the punk working behind the counter. I had forgotten to bring my own CDs and tapes which I would have demanded his skinny arse play.
He ended his shift and left, and a new desk-jockey appeared- none other than 'JP' himself! When not running 'www.anabolex.com', he is now desk/towel-boy at my current gym! When we heard the particular music he was playing, Nobby and I suddenly stiffened up in revulsion- it was 'The 'Village People'. That was it. We marched over to the front desk, and informed JP that that particular music had to go!
He snarled at us, and said 'Well, then, I have something I am SURE you will love!'. We returned to our workout, and as I was reverse-curling 185 pounds, JP's 'choice' of music blared over the loudspeakers...it was the song 'Do You Really Want to Hurt Me?" by Culture Club. I dropped the weight to the ground immediately.
"Nobby, JP seems to think we like this poofter crap...he must think we like Boy George...he thinks you are a big poofter, Nobby!" I cried. Nobby's face contorted in rage. He stood there, shaking, biting his lip so hard that a trickle of blood ran down his chin, then, screaming "YA FOOKIN BASTAAAHHHDD!!!" picked up an 80 pound dumbell and threw it, with superhuman force, towards the front desk. JP ducked, narrowly escaping decapitation by the flying dumbell, and it struck the gym stereo system, with a loud crash followed by a small explosion as the tape deck, cd and receiver were obliterated. When the smoke cleared, nothing was left of the audio system- it was smashed to bits. JP ran whimpering from the gym in terror. Silence descended, and Nobby and I finished our workout in peace and quiet.
