‘jim’, my personal trainer is mad at me, and you know what that means, more sit up-lunge-hammer-curl-things. i didn’t mean to offend him, what kind of retarded idiot do you think i am? it was his birthday and i really thought about it. i mean, what do you get a guy who races sharks to…
Category: lunges
i think my personal trainer is trying to kill me.
hey “guy-at-the-pool-at-the-gym-on-sunday-morning-in-a-speedo”. no not you with the tiny pee pee and the awkward tan, you, the other one, with what looks like three pairs of woollen socks shoved down there. yes you. well, remember i said you should call me? i’ve changed my mind, you’d better not. i think my personal trainer, ‘jim’, is trying…