So last night I'm deadlifting. Making the twinks, juiced manlets, etc. feel badly about themselves.
Across the way stands a pasty, doughy broad, approaching whale-like, wearing a t-shirt that reads, "Less Bitching, More Sweating".
She's with a personal trainer.
In between her sets of shame, the trainer is coaching the clunky bitch on how to properly hit the physique/figure poses required in competition.
The rear pose with the ass driven back in an effort to "showcase" the glutes is particularly troubling.
A. Does this gargoyle think she's ready for physique combat? And ...
B. Why does she think she's entitled to wear such a slogan when it's obvious she's spent a majority of her 40-odd years of existence chugging doughnuts and sugar snaps?
Fortress is offended.
