>Doing my sets with 25-pound dumbbells, just mirin' at myself in the mirror, tossing out the occasional grunt for good measure. I was feeling pretty solid. Suddenly, a boomer storms right in front of me. Grey-haired, super disheveled, as heavy as a baby elephant, wrinkles all over—this guy had to be like in his 70s.>He looks me dead in the eye, then starts, "Kid, you need to fill up your belly with tons of spinach if you can't even lift these little cotton swabs!">Before I could even respond, he grabs the 50-pound dumbbells. His form was a disaster—back arched like a bow, legs wobbling—but he didn't care. He let out a shout so loud it echoed through the gym, and then… rip. Yeah, the guy starts farting, repeatedly. Each rep was accompanied by another loud burst. I honestly thought he was going to shit himself right then and there, yeah.>I was holding in laughter, trying not to piss myself. But he didn’t stop - he kept going, yelling like he was competing in the bigest loser contest, oblivious to the gas bombs he was dropping. I swear, the dude had no shame. It was like world war 1 at the gym. It smelled like fucking India down there.>When he finally put the weights down, he turned to me again, winded but with a grin. "That's how you lift, son. Get on my level.">Then he strolled off like he just set a world record, with a stain of shit in the back of his shortsDoes this happen in your gym?
>>75141818didn't happened>>>/trash/
sure kid, we believe you.also stop shitting up this board. /thread
