So I'm standing in line waiting to order a sandwich for lunch when in walks a 180lb monster complete with string tank and blue jeans cradling a FLEX magazine and puffing his chest out more than any human I've ever seen before. I laugh to myself and then hear him behind me talkin to some guy, "yeah bra, anytime you wanna jangle the plates gimme a hollar....I'm so down." Unfortunately the people behind me bail outta line so guess who's right behind me now? Not 2 seconds later I hear, "hey bra? hey bra? So where's your temple at?" I turn and say, "my what?" He says, "your temple.....you know, your gym?" I tell him I train at Gold's and he says, "yeah bra, I'm down with that....whatcha think about this Olympia?" I say, "haven't given it much thought." He says, "yeah, I'm a personal trainer, but I'm gettin ready for a show....you should come by my temple sometime.....mindblowin stuff happenin there.....even you big boys take something away." And I say, "Oh yeah, where's your 'temple'?" And he says, "the Gold's right down the street from here.....I"m just here to grab some buildin blocks.....you know aminos....protein." And I say, "Uh huh, the gym down the road huh.....yeah, yeah....I know the place.......some of fellas at my gym call that the fagggot's gym." He looked absolutely demolished and I paid for my sandwich and left laughing.
