Let me tell you something.
Like a vision from heaven that only a Mexican single mother of 9 could have, I appear in front of the gym in an ass scented rainbow aura. When the doors to the gym fly open, I ride in on my glittery pink roller blades with a martini glass filled with semen in hand. All the acidic juicers with their jaundiced skin stop their dumbbell curls and kick-backs and watch in awe.
To the tune of Scissor Sisters I shake my ass over to the dumbbell rack and pick up two one hundred pound dumbbells. I warm up with a farmers 'stroll'. I swoosh and spin around the gym fabtastically, leaving the permabulkers in a haze of ass scented glory.
I then proceed to shoulder press these weights as many times as Ronnie Coleman can make your wife cum. A lot of guys started to sweat at this point. Afterwards I moonwalk over to the squat rack and drop it like it's hot with 4 plates. At this point one guy started to faint. Next, the bent-over barbell rows. Except I don't row. I just stand there bent over showing all the juicers how far my daisy dukes ride up my ass.
Before I had finished, a nasty looking sweat hog who's dripping dianabol walks up to me and asks: What's your secret?
I spin my roller blades around as I leave and tell him: Semen. He passes out.
