Walk shoulder to shoulder next to schmoes wearing thier Extra Medium t-shirts, tap-out, affliction shirts, or dressed up like thier going out to a nightclub.
Walking in a mob of people, or should i say "standing" because its so damn crowded no one can move, smelling the arm-pits of the schmoe thats just inches in front of you, then acidentally bumping into him because he decides to stop and talk to someone, or stop at a booth, or because its just too over-crowded.
Get lightheaded because theres sooo many people in there, and from thier bodyheat, the whole room feels like a sauna, and your about to pass-out.
Walk to a non-crowded area, bathrooms, exit, etc......... to get away from schmoeville for a few min, get a drink a water from the drinking fountain and return back to the unending sea of tap-outters, afflictionists, schmoes, etc...... As you walk back into the mobs of people you notice one schmoe with his arms a little flared out, smile and laugh knowing he suffers from FLS. Go on your way, looking at all the fitness / figure sluts, then getting a hard on, and pullin a "Mcluvin" sayin in your head, "i got a boner"....... from all the spandex wearing sluts working the booths shaking their tailfeathers to benny benassis' "satisfaction", or a PC Doll song, or some hip/hop song blaring from the stereo at the booth.
10 min later, you notice that schmoe again, with the FLS, "FAKE LAT SYNDROME" But this time his arms are a little more flared out than they were before.
Wait in line for 10 min JUST TO FILL OUT A FORM TO RECIEVE A SAMPLE from a supplement company since they no longer give away samples.
See the schmoe one more time, with his arms soo flared out, almost looking like JESUS hanging on the cross....... so you keep an eye on him for a few min........ realizing that hes going from booth to booth drinking protein samples thinking hes getting bigger by the minute
Make a few more rounds and peace out.
