Yesterday at my gym there are these three Bruce Lee wannabe rice eaters and this white guy that workout together. They are the gayest looking bunch. They all wear cutoff T-shirts, with the coiffed spike hair and are skinny as shit.
The white guy is the leader because he is strongest of the bunch. What makes me laugh is listening to this guy talk about form and heavy lifting while he does curls with 20's. He litteraly doesn't shut-up. I owned him once before where I was doing squats and he stood right next to the squat rack waiting for me and completely screwed up my concentration and once I was done my set this dick has the balls to ask me how many sets I have left. Well I ripped into him and told him to never interupt someone who is in the middle of a set, NEVER. He learned his lesson, well back to my story.
There are 2 E-Z curl bars. One has a sharper angle that I don't like using and they were using the other for bent over rows. They were grunting and huffing trying to row with one plate a side. All 4 of these little bitches would do a set then shadow box each other. It was taking forever. So I interrupt and ask if I can jump in for a set. They probably thought I was going to do bent over rows with the "heavy" weight. They nod and I jump in, I add 15 more pounds a side, pick it up overhead and crank out 12 reps of standing skulls, drop it down and superset with 8 reps of curls. I give them the bar back and with a big smile tell them to Enjoy. The look on their face was killer.
