Walk into gym

>walk into gym
>I'M IN LOVE WITH THE SHAPE OF YOU

>Come home from the gym
>open Veeky Forums
>see this same shitty thread again

stop posting this

>Walk into gym
>ITS ALL ABOUT THAT BASS 'BOUT THAT BASS NO TROUBLE

>Walk into gym
>DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND
>HERE'S A FEW THINGS

>walk into gym
>DES
>PA
>CITO

>stop by the supermarket on the way home
>DES
>PA
>CITO

>get home, neighbours are blasting music
>DES
>PA
>CITO

I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE AT LEAST LEAN ON WAS SOMEWHAT CATCHY

My gym puts rap and nignog hood songs 24/7. Panda panda panda panda i got broads in atlanta, twistin da dope lean and da fanta

walk into the gym
>couple of gym bunnies doing cardio and that stretching shit they do where they kneel on a mat and shove their ass in the air
>several dyel guys doing shitty brosplits and spending most of their time talking and checking their phones
>a few old blokes doing 5lb curls looking like thier 3rd heart attack is just around the corner
>Capital radio blasting out the same shitty pop music on repeat like a 12yr old's Spotify playlist
>I enter the arena
>18 stone and 6ft5 of pure God
>they all know what is coming
>I march straight into the gym office to the music system
>nearly wrench the tuning dial clean off as my gigantic hormone-disfigured hands perform perhaps the most important part of my daily lifting ritual
>5 minutes later, everyone on the gym is looking on in a mixture of pure awe, astonishment, and fear as I blast out 3pl8 OHP sets to the dulcet and reassuring tones of John Humphreys as he presents the Today programme on BBC Radio 4
>leave an hour later, treading through puddles of tears, old man sweat, and pussy juice, making my triumphant exit as the chimes of Big Ben echo around the gym signalling the midday news

>go to church on Sunday
>DES
>PA
>CITO

>about to squat
>how low can you go starts playing