Okay here's my bitch for the night. I'm in the gym and I walk in and there's only a few of us. Of course there has to be a god damn pretty boy in his tommy jeans, jcrew wife beater with his hair all primped. I hate this guy because he thinks he's the shit in the gym and he's not (I am, haha) because he's a skinny fat bastard (yes skinny and fat can happen). So anyways, I'm doing my set and he's next to me. All of a sudden I hear his damn cell phone ringing. Of course he has to talk on it like the person on the other end is deaf. His damn cell phone rang FIVE TIMES!!!!!! I was ready to put some chalk on my hand and slap him. Hang up the fucking phone! Anyways thats my bitch....to sum it up I hate pretty boys at the gym.
By the way I just started my PCT with liquid clomid and it tastes like absolute shit....Ahhhhhhhhh......I'd rather have cold chicken finger strips, hahaha.