The guy I train with thinks he knows eveything, but knows nothing, what good things he does know, he preaches to me, and I have to stop him and say, that was me that told you that, lol.
He is one of those chest and arms only guys, refuses to squat or deadlift, just makes up some lame excuse like he doesn't want his legs to be sore for work the next day. Shit I climb up and down ladders all day and I practically squat till I puke.
One time he came over to work out at my apartment with me and I see him sipping out of this little bottle between sets, I asked what it was, and it was nipper of BACARDI! Fucking idiot, he said he wanted to get a head start before going out that night. I said ok, workouts over, go home.
He tells me how much he can bench, some ridiculous number, but when we work out together he is suddenly too sore to put up that much weight that day, lmao.
I could go on and on, but in short, I try not to work out with him anymore, retard wants me to spot him when he's doing cable pushdowns, and shit like that.
And he wonders why I'm making progress and he is staying at the same spot.
One day last week he came over all pumped up after a workout, his tris where all blown up, and looked like he just finished an upper body workout. I asked him if he just worked out and he was like no, I havn't worked out in 3 days. I was like, wow good progress.
Then I saw him at work a couple days later and his arms where back to the same size they where before, I said what happened to all that size you put on, and he was like, oh I must have forgotten to drink my shake this morning, lol, fucking loser.
shit, I could rant about my training partner all night, but it's time to go eat.