When did gyms become so gay? Why can't we bring back the manly attire of 19th century fitness?

When did gyms become so gay? Why can't we bring back the manly attire of 19th century fitness?

>the horseriding machine
>the gentleman's boxing technique

Holy shit, this image is glorious

They wore what they did because that's what they had. You really think people back then wouldn't like some nice moisture wicking future material?

The picture shows rich gentleman

>enter the gymnasium donning my local teams basketball shorts and fashionable wolf t-shirt
>ambulate to the locker room to change into finest pugilistic attire
>my wife has not starched my shirt again, make note with quill in diary to strike her to the way she has become accustomed
>don tweed day trousers, unstarched shirt, high waist coast squared off at the bottom, smoking jacket and court shoes
>ambulate to exercise court
>purchase petroleum based radium-cocaine energy drink
>commence bakers dozen anvil lifts at the table next to local farrier
>consume a roast dinner between exercises
>upon completion of motions farrier enquiries as to my social status
>this doth vexes my some, I retort with an enquiry as to whether he regularly attends the exercise court
>upon completion consume roast swan and morphine elixir, it helps with the ether
>return to abode to strike wife and children

What's so gay about wiping down your gymbro's chest when he gets all sweaty?
You'e too insecure OP.

>lmao1anvil
You are a swaggerer and a charlatan, amd it is almost with certainly do I say a flapdoodle too

Okay, those gloves have me intrigued.
What awesome as fuck shit is that.

I can imagine him pulling those out of his pocket when someone is getting too loud in a rousing debate and slugging the shit out of him.

good thread, will dump some pics from my folder

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>Prithee, m'Lady, might I throw mine gaze upon your rumpscuttle?
>Yes, my dear, inch those court appearance trousers down to revel thy magnificent can
>Oh my indeed
>On first glimpse, mine heart leaps in rapture
>What is that over there, schnuckums?
>*Teleports behind you*
>Alas, I am closer, and with bottoms-bared you are vulnerable to my stealth attack
>*Crouches down at lightning speed*
>Why, greetings, fair arse. Might I withdraw a whiff?
>A gentleman cannot help but notice the arresting nature your curvature sports
>You are an arse that began its journey in full rosiness and pert quality
>However, blessed buttocks, like a daffodil that has been ravaged by slugs, you are now an arse that sags in a permanent frown, your crack housing a dark-grey fartdriller, permanently pungent
>The hands of the clock have not been kind, dearest arse, however you must now be ready for my hands, which I assure you.. shall be... most kind...
>*Playful chortle*
>That's it, reveal yourself to me
>*Wedges buttockflaps apart, slowly, as the clagnut speckled hairs pull on each other and eventually snap apart, letting out a strong scent of rotting chicken and stale piss*
>*SNIFF*
>You did not disappoint me, my lower-class lovebug. It is a powerful aroma.. Thou hast revealed Thy favors and Thy bounties
>*SNIFF*
>Like the first guft of wind as you open a packet of sliced ham!
>Come on lassie, you know what I require
>SQUEEEELDGE BOOOOOOOOOR BITOW POW POW BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAP BRAP BRAP BROOOOARRRRRRRQUUUOP

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ironically it's definitely a gay club, so it doesn't matter what those roasties think

What is wrong with you

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>tfw no juggling sticks at Golds

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>an enquiry as to whether he regularly attends the exercise court

You blaggart! I'm no swaggerer and a charlatan. I'll have you know I pugilised for his majastys navy. I challenge you to a Queensbury rules duel in the dueling court.
I shall bloody your face and send your name into disrepute, swine

Have this chortle

braaap

>tfw no boxing Hitler at your gym

Lets break em all down.
First pic:
>1 guys doing gymnastics
>1 guy sitting doing the 19th century version of 'insta abs' machines you see on tv
>1 guy climbing a ladder
>1 guy throwing a punch but isn't keeping his left up. Confirmed for never being in a fight

>3 sowing machines in the back
>A fucking tony hawk grind rail
>1 bike

>1 guy riding a bike
>A crossdresser (19th centuary crossfit)
>1 guy on the "Abs 3000" machine
>1 guy posing and not doing gymnastics
>1 guy admiring the punching bag as if it were balls

>Hitler getting ready to box on with jews
>Hitlers associate mirin
>a juggling performance
>1 guy who might actually lift
>2 more crossdressers aka crossfitters

The real question is "when will gyms STOP being gay?"

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>Like the first guft of wind as you open a packet of sliced ham!

people were still buying unsliced ham + plastic packets didn't exist when they talked like that but o i am laffin

>purchase petroleum based radium-cocaine energy drink

Adolf imagining a Jews head in the background there.

>First recorded BRAAPPposter, 1935

I love this place

>A crossdresser (19th centuary crossfit)
I fucking lost it right there.

Those are Indian clubs, you uncultured swine!