Haha, nice one. I bet that's a common joke amongst gym heavyweights. As for the guy, just wear earphones. If you don't want to drown out the gym music or whatever, just don't turn on the discman/Ipod.Im not a heavy wieght...195-200 lbs range...just that damn strong though...
I had on the ground 315 lbs....
Some dude saw me put the wieght on the bar, he went up to me and said that he cant deadlift that much and wanted to see my technique. I told him that it aint going to happen, he looked at me and asked why ? I proceeded to jack the wieght up and pound out 12 reps of bent over rows. He said WOW.... I replied, "Its good to get a couple of warmup sets out the way before you go heavy"
How can I tell these tiny twats to go to daycare where thier parents can find them?
Discuss
I had on the ground 315 lbs....another made up story
Some dude saw me put the wieght on the bar, he went up to me and said that he cant deadlift that much and wanted to see my technique. I told him that it aint going to happen, he looked at me and asked why ? I proceeded to jack the wieght up and pound out 12 reps of bent over rows. He said WOW.... I replied, "Its good to get a couple of warmup sets out the way before you go heavy"
How can I tell these tiny twats to go to daycare where thier parents can find them?
Discuss
maybe he and sarcasm can pm eachother and share stories
another made up story
maybe he and sarcasm can pm eachother and share stories
Do we really need a new fictional gym story every day? One of these "Brutal Gym Owning" stories a month is more than enough. ::)i totally agree, this should be in the fiction section
I had on the ground 315 lbs....
Some dude saw me put the wieght on the bar, he went up to me and said that he cant deadlift that much and wanted to see my technique. I told him that it aint going to happen, he looked at me and asked why ? I proceeded to jack the wieght up and pound out 12 reps of bent over rows. He said WOW.... I replied, "Its good to get a couple of warmup sets out the way before you go heavy"
How can I tell these tiny twats to go to daycare where thier parents can find them?
Discuss
I had on the ground 315 lbs....
Some dude saw me put the wieght on the bar, he went up to me and said that he cant deadlift that much and wanted to see my technique. I told him that it aint going to happen, he looked at me and asked why ? I proceeded to jack the wieght up and pound out 12 reps of bent over rows. He said WOW.... I replied, "Its good to get a couple of warmup sets out the way before you go heavy"
How can I tell these tiny twats to go to daycare where thier parents can find them?
Discuss
how lomng till sarcasm comes and calls bullshit on your lift
I think it's hilarious when guys like sarcasm and jaejonna brag about their bent-over rows. Unless you're a 600+ deadlifter, there is no way in hell you're rowing that kind of weight with good form. End of story.
I think it's hilarious when guys like sarcasm and jaejonna brag about their bent-over rows. Unless you're a 600+ deadlifter, there is no way in hell you're rowing that kind of weight with good form. End of story.this coming from a "guy" who claims to upright row 235 for reps but can only push press 205 ::) hahahaha, what a f.ag.
this coming from a "guy" who claims to upright row 235 for reps but can only push press 205 ::) hahahaha, what a f.ag.
I had on the ground 315 lbs....
Some dude saw me put the wieght on the bar, he went up to me and said that he cant deadlift that much and wanted to see my technique. I told him that it aint going to happen, he looked at me and asked why ? I proceeded to jack the wieght up and pound out 12 reps of bent over rows. He said WOW.... I replied, "Its good to get a couple of warmup sets out the way before you go heavy"
How can I tell these tiny twats to go to daycare where thier parents can find them?
Discuss
Is it that hard to understand that everybody have to start somewhere? I bet even you didn't born with all those muscles, did you? Anyway, here is a true story to you: It was year 88, I was just learning how to squat properly, and I have 220lb in a squat rack, when this dude comes to me and ask "can I borrow that barbell just for moment?" Well, I think that he would be squatting too, so I told him that he can, and he went to the rack. He take the barbell on his shoulders, and start to make presses behind the neck...he did twelve reps for starters...It was quite hard to go back squatting with that weight, which was my 8 rep max back then. Earlier in that year I was owned by one chick, when I was doing bench presses with my friend. We have something like 160lb on the barbell, when this chick comes and ask if she can try it too. We were smiling because we think that was too much to her, but when she go standing behind the bench and start to make bicep curls with that weight, we didn't smile anymore...we didn't know her, but the owner of the gym tell us that she was our national champion for many years, and later she win the amateur world championship in heavy weight class in year -95. So I have been owned twice, and this is true. ;D :o ;D
Is it that hard to understand that everybody have to start somewhere? I bet even you didn't born with all those muscles, did you? Anyway, here is a true story to you: It was year 88, I was just learning how to squat properly, and I have 220lb in a squat rack, when this dude comes to me and ask "can I borrow that barbell just for moment?" Well, I think that he would be squatting too, so I told him that he can, and he went to the rack. He take the barbell on his shoulders, and start to make presses behind the neck...he did twelve reps for starters...It was quite hard to go back squatting with that weight, which was my 8 rep max back then. Earlier in that year I was owned by one chick, when I was doing bench presses with my friend. We have something like 160lb on the barbell, when this chick comes and ask if she can try it too. We were smiling because we think that was too much to her, but when she go standing behind the bench and start to make bicep curls with that weight, we didn't smile anymore...we didn't know her, but the owner of the gym tell us that she was our national champion for many years, and later she win the amateur world championship in heavy weight class in year -95. So I have been owned twice, and this is true. ;D :o ;D
yes that is true we all have to start somewhere , but that was then this is now ....
I don't think upright rowing 235 is that much. 315 is though. I think 315 is that line with rows where it becomes a lot.UPRIGHT rows not BARBELL rows, if you don't think that 235 is a lot on uprights you must have traps bigger than Ronnie Colemans.
UPRIGHT rows not BARBELL rows, if you don't think that 235 is a lot on uprights you must have traps bigger than Ronnie Colemans.
UPRIGHT rows not BARBELL rows, if you don't think that 235 is a lot on uprights you must have traps bigger than Ronnie Colemans.
I had on the ground 315 lbs....
Some dude saw me put the wieght on the bar, he went up to me and said that he cant deadlift that much and wanted to see my technique. I told him that it aint going to happen, he looked at me and asked why ? I proceeded to jack the wieght up and pound out 12 reps of bent over rows. He said WOW.... I replied, "Its good to get a couple of warmup sets out the way before you go heavy"
How can I tell these tiny twats to go to daycare where thier parents can find them?
Discuss
Way to go, Bro! You sure showed that little twunt! I also had a good day at the gym today...hahahahahahahahahaha, classic.
As I walked inside the gym this afternoon, I saw this little fella and his girl standing by a barbell on the floor that coincidentally also happened to be loaded with (you guessed it) 315 pounds. They were debating wether or not he should try to max the weight. I heard him tell her that the previous sets with 225 and 275 were pretty heavy themselves.
When they saw that the Vanilla Mountain of Muscle that is me was in the house, they decided to ask for my expert opinion.
"Excuse me, Sir. I was wondering if you think it might be safe for me to try to set a new personal record by trying to deadlift this heavy weight?" the little guy asked.
I proceded to do "The Walk" over to the deadlift platform in superslow motion, my enormous quads rubbing together beneath my zebra-striped Zubaz pants, as I flexed my pecs rhythmically to the techno music. My monstrous lats hung out of my Gold's gym string tank like two giant sides of beef hanging in a butcher's walk-in freezer.
As I approached the platform, the tiny tit attempted to say something. I cut him off with a wave of my giant arm, adjusted my doo rag, bent over, and grabbed the weight with an underhanded grip. To their amazement, I stood up and began to curl the weight! As I banged out the reps, the other people in the gym stopped in their tracks and took notice of my incredible strength feat. Before I knew it, a crowd had formed around me, cheering me on as I continued.
"Eight!... Nine!... Ten!" they all counted in unison.
At their urging, I managed to get 11, then 12... I paused briefly, then managed to bang out three more brutal reps. I then let out a loud roar of victory and dropped the weight. As the 315 pound barbell crashed to the floor, the crowd erupted into frenzied applause. As I raised my arm in victory and nodded my head up and down, I boomed out "Oh hell yes! Yes! Who's The Man up in here?"
"You Da Man!" they all roared in unison as I hit a vicious double bicep pose.
I looked at the little guy and said "Kid, THAT'S what you call bodybuilding!"
To complete today's lesson, I suddenly delivered a devastating roundhouse kick to the kid's ugly mug, sending him flying ten feet, over a weight tree, and into one of the gym's mirrored walls, causing the mirror to shatter into many tiny pieces. I added insult to injury by ripping off my string tank and hitting a quick series of poses for the cheering crowd. But I wasn't finished yet...
I had noticed the little guy's girl eyeballing me, practically drooling and panting at my machismo and animal magnetism. So I grabbed the little lady and pushed through the crowd. I hiked up her skimpy little skirt, dropped my Zubaz pants down to my ankles, and introduced her to a new use for the hyperextension bench right their in the middle of the gym.
Just another day at the gym, Bro!
cant believe anyone read all thatok, broad street. ::)
ok, broad street. ::)
Way to go, Bro! You sure showed that little twunt! I also had a good day at the gym today...
As I walked inside the gym this afternoon, I saw this little fella and his girl standing by a barbell on the floor that coincidentally also happened to be loaded with (you guessed it) 315 pounds. They were debating wether or not he should try to max the weight. I heard him tell her that the previous sets with 225 and 275 were pretty heavy themselves.
When they saw that the Vanilla Mountain of Muscle that is me was in the house, they decided to ask for my expert opinion.
"Excuse me, Sir. I was wondering if you think it might be safe for me to try to set a new personal record by trying to deadlift this heavy weight?" the little guy asked.
I proceded to do "The Walk" over to the deadlift platform in superslow motion, my enormous quads rubbing together beneath my zebra-striped Zubaz pants, as I flexed my pecs rhythmically to the techno music. My monstrous lats hung out of my Gold's gym string tank like two giant sides of beef hanging in a butcher's walk-in freezer.
As I approached the platform, the tiny tit attempted to say something. I cut him off with a wave of my giant arm, adjusted my doo rag, bent over, and grabbed the weight with an underhanded grip. To their amazement, I stood up and began to curl the weight! As I banged out the reps, the other people in the gym stopped in their tracks and took notice of my incredible strength feat. Before I knew it, a crowd had formed around me, cheering me on as I continued.
"Eight!... Nine!... Ten!" they all counted in unison.
At their urging, I managed to get 11, then 12... I paused briefly, then managed to bang out three more brutal reps. I then let out a loud roar of victory and dropped the weight. As the 315 pound barbell crashed to the floor, the crowd erupted into frenzied applause. As I raised my arm in victory and nodded my head up and down, I boomed out "Oh hell yes! Yes! Who's The Man up in here?"
"You Da Man!" they all roared in unison as I hit a vicious double bicep pose.
I looked at the little guy and said "Kid, THAT'S what you call bodybuilding!"
To complete today's lesson, I suddenly delivered a devastating roundhouse kick to the kid's ugly mug, sending him flying ten feet, over a weight tree, and into one of the gym's mirrored walls, causing the mirror to shatter into many tiny pieces. I added insult to injury by ripping off my string tank and hitting a quick series of poses for the cheering crowd. But I wasn't finished yet...
I had noticed the little guy's girl eyeballing me, practically drooling and panting at my machismo and animal magnetism. So I grabbed the little lady and pushed through the crowd. I hiked up her skimpy little skirt, dropped my Zubaz pants down to my ankles, and introduced her to a new use for the hyperextension bench right their in the middle of the gym.
Just another day at the gym, Bro!
ok, broad street. ::)
you mean ron? ;D
Why do you keep doing this BSB ??? Honestly man, there's not one person here who believes you to be anyone else. Cut it out FFS - it's getting pretty lame :-\hahahahaha, yes kiwiol, "bluto" has more online personalities than dicks his mom has had in her ass.
Bluto = multiple user gimmick handle.
including ron himself :D
one nick, running getbig! THE POWER!
Way to go, Bro! You sure showed that little twunt! I also had a good day at the gym today...
As I walked inside the gym this afternoon, I saw this little fella and his girl standing by a barbell on the floor that coincidentally also happened to be loaded with (you guessed it) 315 pounds. They were debating wether or not he should try to max the weight. I heard him tell her that the previous sets with 225 and 275 were pretty heavy themselves.
When they saw that the Vanilla Mountain of Muscle that is me was in the house, they decided to ask for my expert opinion.
"Excuse me, Sir. I was wondering if you think it might be safe for me to try to set a new personal record by trying to deadlift this heavy weight?" the little guy asked.
I proceded to do "The Walk" over to the deadlift platform in superslow motion, my enormous quads rubbing together beneath my zebra-striped Zubaz pants, as I flexed my pecs rhythmically to the techno music. My monstrous lats hung out of my Gold's gym string tank like two giant sides of beef hanging in a butcher's walk-in freezer.
As I approached the platform, the tiny tit attempted to say something. I cut him off with a wave of my giant arm, adjusted my doo rag, bent over, and grabbed the weight with an underhanded grip. To their amazement, I stood up and began to curl the weight! As I banged out the reps, the other people in the gym stopped in their tracks and took notice of my incredible strength feat. Before I knew it, a crowd had formed around me, cheering me on as I continued.
"Eight!... Nine!... Ten!" they all counted in unison.
At their urging, I managed to get 11, then 12... I paused briefly, then managed to bang out three more brutal reps. I then let out a loud roar of victory and dropped the weight. As the 315 pound barbell crashed to the floor, the crowd erupted into frenzied applause. As I raised my arm in victory and nodded my head up and down, I boomed out "Oh hell yes! Yes! Who's The Man up in here?"
"You Da Man!" they all roared in unison as I hit a vicious double bicep pose.
I looked at the little guy and said "Kid, THAT'S what you call bodybuilding!"
To complete today's lesson, I suddenly delivered a devastating roundhouse kick to the kid's ugly mug, sending him flying ten feet, over a weight tree, and into one of the gym's mirrored walls, causing the mirror to shatter into many tiny pieces. I added insult to injury by ripping off my string tank and hitting a quick series of poses for the cheering crowd. But I wasn't finished yet...
I had noticed the little guy's girl eyeballing me, practically drooling and panting at my machismo and animal magnetism. So I grabbed the little lady and pushed through the crowd. I hiked up her skimpy little skirt, dropped my Zubaz pants down to my ankles, and introduced her to a new use for the hyperextension bench right their in the middle of the gym.
Just another day at the gym, Bro!
including ron himself :D
one nick, running getbig! THE POWER!
Maybe sometimes,when he feels like slumming.
As far as running Getbig....that's the SQUAD's territory fvckface.
squad? last time i heard they moved to mayhem? havent seen them since they got owned a few weeks ago by the empire
squad? last time i heard they moved to mayhem? havent seen them since they got owned a few weeks ago by the empire
Maybe you should go to BBing.com with the rest of the creatine-gulping teenagers.
So, just because you are a mod and deleted and merged a few threads in the Y, you call that an owning? Pretty pathetic Broadstreet :-\
im ron remember? pay attention!
Calling you Ron was actually making fun of the fact that the 'Bluto' account is a gimmickyou idiotBroadstreet. Who's the joke on now?
bluto aka broad street is just a pathetic little b.itch who has to delete posts where he gets owned because he's got no comebacks.
you can almost HEAR sarcasm crying in this post remember when you got so upset about missing threads on the y and v board (both owned by yours truely!) and you said "im not even going there anymore!!!!!!"capital letters and exclamation point overuse meltdown.
hahaha like a little kid sayin IM NOT GONNA PLAY WITH YOU GUYS BECAUSE YOU ARE MEAN!!!!!!!!!!
(for the record, sarcasm is 34 years old!)
capital letters and exclamation point overuse meltdown.
you can almost HEAR sarcasm crying in this post remember when you got so upset about missing threads on the y and v board (both owned by yours truely!) and you said "im not even going there anymore!!!!!!"
hahaha like a little kid sayin IM NOT GONNA PLAY WITH YOU GUYS BECAUSE YOU ARE MEAN!!!!!!!!!!
(for the record, sarcasm is 34 years old!)
The only thing that's pathetic Broadstreet, is you deleting and merging threads in the Y, and then logging on under the 'Bluto' handle and saying that you 'owned' us. I knew right from the beginning that Bluto was a gimmick account simply because a real person could NEVER make such lame posts. Stop using Bluto and post under your normal handle you retard
crybaby!
Gimmick, I mean, Bluto, I mean, Broadstreet.
Show me the money!
blowto sucks teh cock
blowto sucks teh cock
hahahahaha I am glad I am not a weak man.