Walk into gym

>walk into Senator's office
>fortunate son of a vietnamese, it ain't me in the chair

>gym plays generic chart songs loudly
>couldn't care less I wear headphones and get lost in my own world
>someone must of complained and now music is quite. In far sections like squat racks there's no music
>become aware of my grunts on my last reps
>not loud like the awkward guys who yell SHOOOP AHHH on every rep just little natural grunts
>hate it
>wish they'd kept blasting normie music

>walk into gym.
>WISH WE TURN BACK TIME TO THE GOOD OLD DAYS

>must of

>earn 68k a year doing a labour intensive job
Don't mind my grammar young neet

What are you on about?

>go to gym
>we need someone to lean on

>go to play billiards
>blow a kiss fire a gun

>try to relax at home
>neighbour plays music
>all we need someone to lean on

>enter gym
>exit light

>walk into gym
>WELL YOU BETTER RUN

>enter gym
>
>WISH WE COUDL TURN BAXK TIME TO THE GOOD OLD GADYS WHEN YRHEAIKNHFGUJFNRUEWHNEWQIFUWBRENE

It's called it ain't me ya cuck

...

>Enter gym
>Won't you STAAAAAAAY with me
>you should go and love yourseeeelf
>I want you to staaay
>I really really really really really really like you

>enter weight room
> CUT MY LIFE INTO PIECES

The song is called silver spoon in hand you moron

CUT MY JEANS IN TO PIECES I MADE A PAIR OF JORTS

It's called "Beeew Booo Deee Do Boo Dee" you autist.

>walk into gym

>WISH WE COULD TURN BACK TIME
>TO THE GOOD OLD DAAAYYSS
>WHEN MUMMA SANG US TO SLEEP BUT NOW WE'RE STRESS OUT

21 pilots are good but since that was their radio hit it's going to keep playing everywhere

All we need is somebody to lean on.

>walk into the gym

>If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eyed Joe
I'd been married long time ago
Where did you come from, where did you go?
Where did you come from Cotton-Eyed Joe?
Get out your fiddle, rosin' up your bow
Play an old tune called Cotton-Eyed Joe
Where did you come from, where did you go?
Where did you come from Cotton-Eyed Joe?

I fucking hate that song, and I hate how fashionable it is to romanticize childhood. It does the opposite of pump me up. It's a shit song for failures.

I fuged up

>walk into gym
>SOON ILL BE SIXTY YEARS OLD

>walk into gym
>have earphones already in playing my own music
>read these threads
>have no idea what radio shit these people are trying to sing

holy fucking shit someone finally shares my opinion of that garbage
>wish we could be astronauts
YOU ARE OLD ENOUGH TO BE AN ASTRONAUT BUT YOU SUCK SO MUCH AT LIFE YOU NEVER WILL

>walk into the gym
>"I Believe in You!" - A Message of Blessed John Paul II to the Youth is blasting

> Walk in to the Gym
> The Fuhrer gives yet another inspiring speech
> I am filled with pride and inspiration

Such is life in the Fourth Reich.

>walk into gym
>REMEMBER YOU, REMEMBER ME, I REMEMBER EVERYTHING WE USED TO BE

It's called "It aint me" faggot

>walk in gym
>hear this: youtube.com/watch?v=AnpTWKKWQ1o

wat do?

>enter gym
>the Internationale unites the human race