yesterday when I was doing back, I did the ole wedge barbell in corner t-barr rows, and this moth came flying and landed on the first 45, looking right up at me. So I shouted out loud, "Yeap, Yeap, Mothman here we go!" I'd add more plates on and that moth still landed on that same 45...so I had to do pulley rows on opposite side of the gym, so I'm in middle of my set and here is that same damn moth, landing on top of the weights. "where were you you lil bastard!" I shouted. Oh about the lat syndrome dude, I'm about to do 135 d-bell rows, and I was just looking at the time, and there's this dude screaming and grunting at doing 30lb barbell skull crushers, he got up off the bench with the biggest case of Monster Lat syndrome/Tricep flexing. Shit I had to drop the 135's so I wouldn't laugh.
