I'am the guy that when you smell something that died, you will see me close by.
I'am the guy that walks away from the machine and goes "that was my last set" no matter who askes me if they want to work in.
I'am the guy that insulted that skinny dude squating 450 for 4 inches, and he challenged me to do the same and I dropped the weight and blew out my knees.
I'm the guy that everyone looks at and say's, "he only wears shorts all the time because of his ripped calves." And they are right.
I'am the dude that carries sanitizer everywhere and washes his hands after each set.
I'am the dude that spits his chew in the urinal when he's pissing. "I keep forgetting"
I'am the dude that drives 20 minutes to a gym that actually has some chicks.
I'am the dude that fly's a cessna to Golds Venice just to catch a pump with some serious bodybuilders, and goes to the omellate parlor (sic) to eat a breakfast just to jog to the promenade in santa monica and fly back to vegas again.
Other than your interesting use of apostrophes, you sound like a perfect training partner.
I'm the guy who spends 15 minutes checking out the girls in the gym getting my T-levels up before having to take a dump whereby I disappear into the toilet stall for 15 minutes and check my Fantasy Football team stats, whereby I emerge from the men's room and spend 15 minutes distracting serious lifters from their sets by cracking wise, whereupon I realize that I've only got 15 minutes left to train, so I skip the warmup, load up 315, do a few presses and pulls and then head home, In other words, I train just like the pros.
Special "Brutal Workout Techniques of the Pros" Ed
