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 Dammit, Let me puke in peace!
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Amateur Bodybuilder 
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At the end of my leg workout tonight I decided to rep out with 455 on DL's. This was sorta stupid since I've been clean for a while and weigh a mighty 179 (ack, I hate it when all the clothes become baggy). So after my set I'm seeing shit and staggering around, wheezing like Paul Dillet. I manage to make it to the bathroom in case I puke, and the gym manager (some college punk who trains only chest and biceps) follows me in and stands with his hands on his hips glaring at me. Now at this point I'm turning red and my eyes are watering and I really feel that I'm gonna spew, but this motherfucker won't go away. So I somehow manage through herculene effort not to puke (but it was one of those cases where it probably would be better to let out a few heaves), and he gives me a final dirty look and walks out of the locker room. Jesus, what the fuck is the problem with gym managers? I had half a mind to just spew on the guy or hit him, but luckily for him I'd just renewed my membership the day before and did not want to be throwing away that $350. What the fuck!?! If I have to spew on leg day, let me fucking spew. The motherfucker should be very happy that I'm not on tren now, or his head would be rammed in the fucking toilet. Okay. I feel much better now.     |
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posted November 14, 2000 11:48 PM