[quote]Chickenmcnug wrote:
sic wrote:
Classy_Cojones wrote:
People don’t usually say anything derogatory to me because I am smug, and it shows. The last time someone did though, I verbally made him feel like suicide is the only option left.
Classy you are not.
I agree with sic and sasquatch. Classy my ass. Just because you bodybuild doesn’t mean you are better than anyone else. If it wasn’t for scientists and farmers and a slew of different hobbyists you wouldn’t even have the materials(food, weights, machines, etc) to reach your goal.
Furthermore, there are other things to be good at. Bodybuilding isn’t the end all pursuit of life. Do you think professional badminton players think that badmintonless people are morons? no! The badminton elite have true class.[/quote]
Stop picking on my nickname. It’s getting silly. Plus, as you should have noticed, my nickname isn’t exactly a testimonial to how classy I am; on the contrary.
Farmers and scientists of the past and presend are in my prayers every night. If I see one on the street, I am sure to grab the nearest good-looking woman and throw her at him in an attempt to show my gratitude. But humble I will not be.
I like it how you boys have been calling me an internet tough guy, when all I’ve been doing here was to try and explain the notion of social pressure.
Nobody’s humble these days, and it seems people with a nice physique (or a big jug of water…which is ridiculous, but nevermind) are getting the ass of it.
Now, just to give you an example off the top of my head. If someone were to ask me, with an obvious condescendent agenda in mind, how many hours a day do I train, my answer could be this:
“I train 50 minutes a day, which isn’t all that much. And I also do a bit of sports, about an hour a day. Really, I have time for lots of other stuff.”
Which, being a really nice fella who has nothing to do with his life, I could continue with:
“Hey, you look like an interesting man. You seem to have a lot of fun stories about, you know, drinking and eating chips, and you must have read a book long ago, how about we go grab a beer and become friends, because that’s exactly what I need, a friend like you.”
Marvelous, init?
Or, I could just prepare to go on with my life and tell him the truth:
“I guess it takes me a lot less to look like this than it takes you to look like that. For you it’s a day-long chocolate-grazing commitment, and it includes parties with thousands of calories worth of beer and tequila and what not, but absolutely no sex. And when you do get laid, it’s with a woman that would make my stomach churn. But hey, have a nice life, and if you manage to focus your diabetic eyesight on one point for long enough, you’ll be able to watch me lift some heavy-ass weights”
It beats the hell out of the stories of 400 pound men making fun of people on this site because they work out too much.