This Fucking Guy
The guy curling in the squat rack
There are mirrors everywhere, but for some reason he chooses the one place everyone actually needs for compound lifts.
He saw a rack designed for squats and heard 'private curling studio.'
The guy curling in the squat rack. He saw a rack designed for squats and heard 'private curling studio.'
There are mirrors everywhere, but for some reason he chooses the one place everyone actually needs for compound lifts.
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This Fucking Guy
There are mirrors everywhere, but for some reason he chooses the one place everyone actually needs for compound lifts.
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Same species, different habitat.
He believes gravity is a staff member.
This fucking guy never reracks weights and just walks away proud of himself.
He leaves a deadlift setup, two dumbbells, and an abandoned bench behind him like a toddler clearing out a toy chest.
He will now lean crookedly under an overhead bin for 11 minutes.
This fucking guy stands up the second the plane lands like that changes the queue.
Wheels touch the runway and he launches upright like he has been medically cleared to save the aircraft, even though row 31 is not getting off any faster.
A private failure with very public acoustics.
This fucking guy set six alarms and made them everybody else's problem.
They start at 4:45, keep coming every nine minutes, and somehow the only person not responding to them is the clown who programmed them.