For those gym-going bloggers among us, I'm sure you have certain gym-centric pet peeves like I do. I often feel the need to throw a dumbell in the face of many a dumbass. Dumbasses who:
Peeve #1: Don't wipe their dirty cootie drenched sweat from the bench or machine. Why do some idiots workout in a string cotton vest that barely covers their niples? Wear a shirt that covers you! If you feel the compulsion to show us your frickin' pecs, at least carry a towel!
Peeve #2: Frickin' camp out on the equipment, particularly when it's busy. Too many times I see these skinny pukes trying to squat 400lbs, taking 3 days to finish a set. If you can't lift it, go home and let someone who can do it!
Peeve #3: Don't put the dumbells back! You see those little numbers on the rack? And those on the dumbells? They're there so you can do the basic task of putting them back in the correct spot. It doesnt just denote how much it weighs, it's TO TELL YOU WHERE TO PUT IT!
Peeve #4: If you must wear spandex, for the love of all that is sacred, be in shape! Why do I need to see your tootsie rolls hanging and failing to the forces of gravity? While I'm on the topic, what's with these fucking queers who need to be color-coordinated with their immaculate immovable coifs?
Peeve #5: Every gym I've been to has lockers and a locker room. Hmmmm! Let's see, why don't I lug around my 50lb gym bag while I workout? Hmmmm! Why can't I afford a locker for 25 cents (let's assume I don't even own a lock)? Hmmmm! Maybe someone will trip over my bag, break their leg, and my response is "Oops, so sorry." Hmmmm! Maybe I need them to see that my gym bag is the same brand of Nike as my hat, shorts, shoes and socks?
By the way, these dumbasses are always guys, chicks never inappropriately or incorrectly use equiptment (well, almost never).
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