a day in the life of ukbeth on GB
posts pic. sits in front of computer rapidly hitting 'refresh' button awaiting praise- love me accept me please love me
gets one or two comments he finds acceptable. goes offside at disparaging remarks
spends rest of day attacking those who don't think he looks great, challenging them to post a pic of them looking better than the piece of stringy beef jerky he resembled on his best day 20 years ago
gets called out for obsessive or creepy behaviour due to his unending rants, insults and attacks and need to be better than everyone
plays the 'I'm only trolling card' in attempt to not look like a scorned 12 year old girl with hurt feelings
Day in the life of "no one"
Gets up tries to pee, cant, way too de-hydrated.
Takes off pyjama bottoms and puts on his tracksuit bottoms with his eyes closed in case he catches a glimpse of his pencil thin legs thus ruining his entire day.
Picks out his favourite tight vest that enhances his overly developed upper body (compared to legs)
Goes to the kitchen , no idea why, he isn't going to eat anything, he had a binge day two days ago, still another 12 hours before he can eat again.
Dog looks at him almost in tears because its not had a walk for two days because "no one" has been at the gym permanently pumping his arms and delts without coming home.
Checks get big to see if ukjeff has said anything about him, shock horror, he sees a post from someone else not being 100% behind him, breaks down in tears before composing himself and totally ignoring it while he melts down at ukjeffs picture.
Makes overly critical ludicrous statements about said picture totally overcompensating showing his insecurity and hatred for ukjeff, who in reality has only ever complimented "no ones" upper body photos.
Spends the rest of the day staring into his waist high mirror saying "you're the man" over and over to himself whilst gritting his teeth trying to see the muscles in his cheeks move.
Finally exhausted he goes back to bed remembering to turn off the light before removing his baggy pants to slip back on his pyjama bottoms.
Slips off to sleep dreaming of a new pair of shiny training shoes from Father Christmas to attract attention from the little boys at the gym.
