I swear, if I hear one more "you look better when you smile, darling" from one of these macho wannabe body builders while showing me their membership cards before strolling to use a bench press pretending they don't need a spotter but always end up being crushed by the plates, I'm going to start a mass murder at seven in the morning.
Fitness Struck was a beacon for men to claim the asshole of the week award and they seem to be out doing themselves day after day.
I wonder if I shove my boot down their esophagus their tongue will still be as slimy then.
As if luck has it, Jeremy Bruno, a forty year-old who comes to the gym every Saturdays during my shift ambles through the entrance door wearing his standard stripped jogger shorts and yellow tank top like a uniform pretending his wife is o
