I don’t want to be doing a set and hear a bunch of rednecks talking about how they should’ve beat up some other idiot over some stupid incident. Its distracting and rude. They can take their conversations outside. Same thing with the high school kids that spend 2 hours on the bench press while only benching for about 15 minutes. Same thing to midlife crisis guys that do military presses in the power rack while watching the t.v. conveniently located right above it. Its not a bar.
Don’t keep your balls out longer than they need to be in the locker room.
Yield to the person carrying heavier weights unless you want me to drop them on your toes.
[quote]PaddyM wrote:
Don’t keep your balls out longer than they need to be in the locker room.
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THIS!!! I don’t want to see a well built guys nuts let alone some fat bastard who’s got more hair on his back than on his head. I seriously think my gym pays this fat polar bear guy to stand naked in the entry to the locker room.
Put your underwear on FIRST, it’s not your bathroom, there is no reason to be shaving naked in the locker room.
a small man stood directly infront of me, 2 inches from the mirror, so he could inspect and pick his teeth. i have a problem with that.
i also dont want anyone talking to me, or looking at me.
some guy came up to me while i was doing stiff leg deadlifts, and asked me if i needed a spot.
Wow, Hungry’s in greece? Who knew.
[quote]pushmepullme wrote:
[quote]WolBarret wrote:
[quote]pushmepullme wrote:
Nothing scarier than seeing a stranger sprint across the gym to save you from a PR. [/quote]
Someone has a not so secret admirer.[/quote]
She was female, over 30% bf, and I never saw her again.[/quote]
[quote]tribunaldude wrote:
Wow, Hungry’s in greece? Who knew.
[quote]pushmepullme wrote:
[quote]WolBarret wrote:
[quote]pushmepullme wrote:
Nothing scarier than seeing a stranger sprint across the gym to save you from a PR. [/quote]
Someone has a not so secret admirer.[/quote]
She was female, over 30% bf, and I never saw her again.[/quote]
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No, this was back when I was in Malaysia.
Yes I do work my stabilizers:
It just happens to be with the massive amounts of plates/weights that you see in my hands and not with my feet, ass, head, or any other body part on that ghey ball. No I don’t want you to show me any “functional exercises” with the big blue ball. Roll that thing toward me one more time and the game of kick ball begins.
Don’t come over to me and sniff me curiously when I’m benching. If the bar hits you in the head, it’s your fault. If you are over in the corner chewing on your bone and I collapse on the floor after a set of deadlifts, do not come over and attempt to revive me, you have smelly bone breath and your nufer is covered in slobber. No barking or trying to play catch with the medicine ball when I’m chucking it around.
V
Move To An Isolated Corner Please:
Yes I understand the benefit of ab or any other floor work, but please GTF out of the MIDDLE of the floor and away from the power racks. I will not be responsible for your health when I am staining under a load equivalent to the entire ten members of you anorexic family.
[quote]Vegita wrote:
Don’t come over to me and sniff me curiously when I’m benching. If the bar hits you in the head, it’s your fault. If you are over in the corner chewing on your bone and I collapse on the floor after a set of deadlifts, do not come over and attempt to revive me, you have smelly bone breath and your nufer is covered in slobber. No barking or trying to play catch with the medicine ball when I’m chucking it around.
V[/quote]
Haha, well done.
My gym added 4 power racks last year. So I’ve got 6 racks to use now and when I see someone curling in one, I can just smile. No problem.
Then people started doing push ups and Bosu ball stuff on the lifting platform. The only lifting platform. That makes me very cranky.
On the matter of not wanting to be bothered by other people who might want to ‘work in’ with you or just (un)consciously piss you off.
Start behaving like an animal. Sporting an appreciable strength level is the most important prerequisite for that. (It’s not a matter of insecurity or the like: you’re in a gym. You’re there to lift heavy weight. Thus strength is an important trait to succeed in that regard.)
Then do something no person in his right mind would normally do at work or where he wants to make a good impression.
I, for one, started burping.
Shamelessly, in-between sets of bb rows (yeah yeah, I’m a semi-cripple, I don’t have any other exercise to brag with, so sue me). It happened unplanned. I just felt like letting out a good old liberating burp.
At first, I felt inhibited, conditioned by all those social mores we bow our heads to (which is ok, for the most time, as long as you keep it on a faked level). Then I noticed all the whimps around me, doe-eyedly watching me, wondering which of them lambs I’d tear first…but I digress…
Long story short: I felt like burping, burp I did, people watched, I didn’t care and nobody really bothers me. Now I burp a lot when ‘in the zone’, somehow reverting to a semi-primordial version of FattyFat.
Nevertheless, I’ve met some very cool people during my up to now rather short stint at a commercial gym.
If I want to use some occupied equipment, I usually march towards it, wait a few seconds and make eye-contact. Here’s what follows: if the occupier is below my size, he usually offers me to ‘work in’ with him before I even have to ask. If he’s bigger than me, I sometimes have to ask. But since I’m having a pretty good rapport with the serious guys, there, it’s OK.
Just to make matters clear: I’m not a real asshole and I like to help out newbies to the best of my knowledge. It’s just that my mummy-lobe has a habit of interposing itself between my quest for physical amelioration and any obstacles on that journey.
[quote]FattyFat wrote:
On the matter of not wanting to be bothered by other people who might want to ‘work in’ with you or just (un)consciously piss you off.
Start behaving like an animal. Sporting an appreciable strength level is the most important prerequisite for that. (It’s not a matter of insecurity or the like: you’re in a gym. You’re there to lift heavy weight. Thus strength is an important trait to succeed in that regard.)
Then do something no person in his right mind would normally do at work or where he wants to make a good impression.
I, for one, started burping.
Shamelessly, in-between sets of bb rows (yeah yeah, I’m a semi-cripple, I don’t have any other exercise to brag with, so sue me). It happened unplanned. I just felt like letting out a good old liberating burp.
At first, I felt inhibited, conditioned by all those social mores we bow our heads to (which is ok, for the most time, as long as you keep it on a faked level). Then I noticed all the whimps around me, doe-eyedly watching me, wondering which of them lambs I’d tear first…but I digress…
Long story short: I felt like burping, burp I did, people watched, I didn’t care and nobody really bothers me. Now I burp a lot when ‘in the zone’, somehow reverting to a semi-primordial version of FattyFat.
Nevertheless, I’ve met some very cool people during my up to now rather short stint at a commercial gym.
If I want to use some occupied equipment, I usually march towards it, wait a few seconds and make eye-contact. Here’s what follows: if the occupier is below my size, he usually offers me to ‘work in’ with him before I even have to ask. If he’s bigger than me, I sometimes have to ask. But since I’m having a pretty good rapport with the serious guys, there, it’s OK.
Just to make matters clear: I’m not a real asshole and I like to help out newbies to the best of my knowledge. It’s just that my mummy-lobe has a habit of interposing itself between my quest for physical amelioration and any obstacles on that journey.
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I burped last night. People looked scared…like I had just eaten one of them.
[quote]Professor X wrote:
[quote]FattyFat wrote:
On the matter of not wanting to be bothered by other people who might want to ‘work in’ with you or just (un)consciously piss you off.
Start behaving like an animal. Sporting an appreciable strength level is the most important prerequisite for that. (It’s not a matter of insecurity or the like: you’re in a gym. You’re there to lift heavy weight. Thus strength is an important trait to succeed in that regard.)
Then do something no person in his right mind would normally do at work or where he wants to make a good impression.
I, for one, started burping.
Shamelessly, in-between sets of bb rows (yeah yeah, I’m a semi-cripple, I don’t have any other exercise to brag with, so sue me). It happened unplanned. I just felt like letting out a good old liberating burp.
At first, I felt inhibited, conditioned by all those social mores we bow our heads to (which is ok, for the most time, as long as you keep it on a faked level). Then I noticed all the whimps around me, doe-eyedly watching me, wondering which of them lambs I’d tear first…but I digress…
Long story short: I felt like burping, burp I did, people watched, I didn’t care and nobody really bothers me. Now I burp a lot when ‘in the zone’, somehow reverting to a semi-primordial version of FattyFat.
Nevertheless, I’ve met some very cool people during my up to now rather short stint at a commercial gym.
If I want to use some occupied equipment, I usually march towards it, wait a few seconds and make eye-contact. Here’s what follows: if the occupier is below my size, he usually offers me to ‘work in’ with him before I even have to ask. If he’s bigger than me, I sometimes have to ask. But since I’m having a pretty good rapport with the serious guys, there, it’s OK.
Just to make matters clear: I’m not a real asshole and I like to help out newbies to the best of my knowledge. It’s just that my mummy-lobe has a habit of interposing itself between my quest for physical amelioration and any obstacles on that journey.
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I burped last night. People looked scared…like I had just eaten one of them.[/quote]
Dayumn. Here I was trying my best to become Boss Nigger and along comes voracious X…
(Have you really eaten one of them?)
[quote]FattyFat wrote:
[quote]Professor X wrote:
[quote]FattyFat wrote:
On the matter of not wanting to be bothered by other people who might want to ‘work in’ with you or just (un)consciously piss you off.
Start behaving like an animal. Sporting an appreciable strength level is the most important prerequisite for that. (It’s not a matter of insecurity or the like: you’re in a gym. You’re there to lift heavy weight. Thus strength is an important trait to succeed in that regard.)
Then do something no person in his right mind would normally do at work or where he wants to make a good impression.
I, for one, started burping.
Shamelessly, in-between sets of bb rows (yeah yeah, I’m a semi-cripple, I don’t have any other exercise to brag with, so sue me). It happened unplanned. I just felt like letting out a good old liberating burp.
At first, I felt inhibited, conditioned by all those social mores we bow our heads to (which is ok, for the most time, as long as you keep it on a faked level). Then I noticed all the whimps around me, doe-eyedly watching me, wondering which of them lambs I’d tear first…but I digress…
Long story short: I felt like burping, burp I did, people watched, I didn’t care and nobody really bothers me. Now I burp a lot when ‘in the zone’, somehow reverting to a semi-primordial version of FattyFat.
Nevertheless, I’ve met some very cool people during my up to now rather short stint at a commercial gym.
If I want to use some occupied equipment, I usually march towards it, wait a few seconds and make eye-contact. Here’s what follows: if the occupier is below my size, he usually offers me to ‘work in’ with him before I even have to ask. If he’s bigger than me, I sometimes have to ask. But since I’m having a pretty good rapport with the serious guys, there, it’s OK.
Just to make matters clear: I’m not a real asshole and I like to help out newbies to the best of my knowledge. It’s just that my mummy-lobe has a habit of interposing itself between my quest for physical amelioration and any obstacles on that journey.
[/quote]
I burped last night. People looked scared…like I had just eaten one of them.[/quote]
Dayumn. Here I was trying my best to become Boss Nigger and along comes voracious X…
(Have you really eaten one of them?)
[/quote]
Aaaah, Blax-ploitation films. Oh, the hours that have been lost as I "Dolemite"ed and "Blackula"d down the basketball court in my AirForce Ones and my low hanging Sean Jean jeans.
We would spend HOURS eating watermelon and fried chicken wings in between re-runs of What’s Happening right before long nights of selling crack to inner city 13 year olds.
LOL.
No, I’m the boss but I changed names back in 1979.
I walked into my gym recently to see a trainer having a fat middle aged woman doing plyo box jumps on a 6 inch box INSIDE THE FUCKING RACK! I walked up, took out my ear buds and asked, “umm are you guys using the cage?” The trainer replied, “I knew you were going to want it when I saw you walking up, we have one more.” The trainee then says, “Oh I guess I better do my set then.” All I wanted to say was, WHY THE FUCK DID YOU SETUP INSIDE THE CAGE IN THE FIRST PLACE YOU IDIOTS? In the middle of rack pulls, I’ve also had a skinny fat noob loop around the skinny green rubber band around the cage and proceed to do lat raises…I fucking hate people.
[quote]PimpBot5000 wrote:
Ok, I’m usually an incredibly laid-back guy, but I feel like venting and this looks like the place to do it!
[i] No, you cannot fucking work in with me! [/i]
Equipment in most gyms is limited and I try to be accommodating whenever I can, but if I’m doing squats or deadlifts, no, you in fact cannot “work in with me”. Removing plates and adjusting the safety bars, while seemingly trivial things, annoy me and occupy my time. I’m very brief when I use a piece of equipment, go do something else and leave me alone.
[i] Put your shit back and clean up after yourself! [/i]
You’re somewhat exempt from this rule if you work out in a hardcore gym, with clouds of chalk, bars rusty enough to give tetanus to a blue whale, and a constant stench of a Turkish man’s armpit in the air, but if you work out in a big chain gym, put your fucking plates back and wipe that oil slick you left on the bench! This is real, REAL basic Kindergarten shit I’m talking about here which seemingly has not sunk in with a lot of gym goers. OK, so you can leg press 1000 lbs. Awesome. PUT YOUR FUCKING PLATES BACK! No, don’t assume that you can leave 5 plates on a side as some kind of minimal standard that all gym goers should be able to handle. Sure, many can, but some can’t. Put your fucking toys back in the toy box when you’re finished. And wipe your disgusting oil slick off the bench, Captain Hazelwood!
[i] Your “Bed-Head Manipulator” makes you smell like a homosexual [/i]
It’s semi-solid blue goop that comes in a tub and smells like two gay coconuts sodomizing each other on a rainbow. Ok, that comparison was a bit abstract, I admit, but stop wearing this shit to the gym! Charles Poliquin did a study that determined one whiff of this slop decreases testosterone levels by 722% (check Pubmed, it’s on there, somewhere near the back). If I’m halfway through a workout and detect “the douchebag combo” (a combination of Bed Head and Aqua di Gio in the air) I simply stop what I’m doing and go home…my workout is ruined! Only a double dose of Poliquin-brand “Nostril Guard” will bring my testosterones back to baseline after this.
[i] Stop swearing and trying to sound tough [/i]
Coming back to Canada and working out in a Canadian gym really makes me miss my gay-ass Japanese one. I was doing incline bench presses the other day when I heard the following dialogue…
Douchebag 1: Yeah bro, fucking supposed to have fucked Megan on New Years, but that faggot Jeremy…
Douchebag 2: Fucking Jeremy. Fucking hate that guy
Douchebag 1: …that faggot Jeremy stepped on my dick. Fucking Shanghai’ed me! Swear to God if I ever see that fucking guy…
Douchebag 2: Beat the shit outta that fucker. Snap his arm like a fucking twig!
The conversation went on like this for a good 5 minutes. Sometimes “Douchebag 2” would reply to or acknowledge “Douchebag 1” simply by saying “fuck”.
Your language offends certain people, nobody thinks your tough, and your pathetic lifestyle (which revolves around Affliction t-shirts and acquiring rims for your truck) is something that nobody wants to hear about. Go find something heavy to lift and shut up. Fuck.
There…I feel much better now… [/quote]
:::::::::::Early Nominee for Post of the Year:::::::::::::::
[quote]FattyFat wrote:
On the matter of not wanting to be bothered by other people who might want to ‘work in’ with you or just (un)consciously piss you off.
Start behaving like an animal. Sporting an appreciable strength level is the most important prerequisite for that. (It’s not a matter of insecurity or the like: you’re in a gym. You’re there to lift heavy weight. Thus strength is an important trait to succeed in that regard.)
Then do something no person in his right mind would normally do at work or where he wants to make a good impression.
I, for one, started burping.
Shamelessly, in-between sets of bb rows (yeah yeah, I’m a semi-cripple, I don’t have any other exercise to brag with, so sue me). It happened unplanned. I just felt like letting out a good old liberating burp.
At first, I felt inhibited, conditioned by all those social mores we bow our heads to (which is ok, for the most time, as long as you keep it on a faked level). Then I noticed all the whimps around me, doe-eyedly watching me, wondering which of them lambs I’d tear first…but I digress…
Long story short: I felt like burping, burp I did, people watched, I didn’t care and nobody really bothers me. Now I burp a lot when ‘in the zone’, somehow reverting to a semi-primordial version of FattyFat.
Nevertheless, I’ve met some very cool people during my up to now rather short stint at a commercial gym.
If I want to use some occupied equipment, I usually march towards it, wait a few seconds and make eye-contact. Here’s what follows: if the occupier is below my size, he usually offers me to ‘work in’ with him before I even have to ask. If he’s bigger than me, I sometimes have to ask. But since I’m having a pretty good rapport with the serious guys, there, it’s OK.
Just to make matters clear: I’m not a real asshole and I like to help out newbies to the best of my knowledge. It’s just that my mummy-lobe has a habit of interposing itself between my quest for physical amelioration and any obstacles on that journey.
[/quote]
I kind of do this as well, except instead of burping, it is more-so a vocal equivalent of a seizuring bear coughing up a hairball, sans spittle.
I have also been told that when I’m in the zone, I have the eyes of a serial killer. Nobody screws with the seizuring serial-killing bear.
[quote]FattyFat wrote:
On the matter of not wanting to be bothered by other people who might want to ‘work in’ with you or just (un)consciously piss you off.
Start behaving like an animal. Sporting an appreciable strength level is the most important prerequisite for that. (It’s not a matter of insecurity or the like: you’re in a gym. You’re there to lift heavy weight. Thus strength is an important trait to succeed in that regard.)
Then do something no person in his right mind would normally do at work or where he wants to make a good impression.
I, for one, started burping.
Shamelessly, in-between sets of bb rows (yeah yeah, I’m a semi-cripple, I don’t have any other exercise to brag with, so sue me). It happened unplanned. I just felt like letting out a good old liberating burp.
At first, I felt inhibited, conditioned by all those social mores we bow our heads to (which is ok, for the most time, as long as you keep it on a faked level). Then I noticed all the whimps around me, doe-eyedly watching me, wondering which of them lambs I’d tear first…but I digress…
Long story short: I felt like burping, burp I did, people watched, I didn’t care and nobody really bothers me. Now I burp a lot when ‘in the zone’, somehow reverting to a semi-primordial version of FattyFat.
Nevertheless, I’ve met some very cool people during my up to now rather short stint at a commercial gym.
If I want to use some occupied equipment, I usually march towards it, wait a few seconds and make eye-contact. Here’s what follows: if the occupier is below my size, he usually offers me to ‘work in’ with him before I even have to ask. If he’s bigger than me, I sometimes have to ask. But since I’m having a pretty good rapport with the serious guys, there, it’s OK.
Just to make matters clear: I’m not a real asshole and I like to help out newbies to the best of my knowledge. It’s just that my mummy-lobe has a habit of interposing itself between my quest for physical amelioration and any obstacles on that journey.
[/quote]
I don’t get you Fattyfat. You don’t want people “interrupting you” when working out by wanting to “work-in” but you yourself don’t mind “working in” when someone else is occupying a particular piece of equipment.
No doubt you have the right to do whatever you want and I am not questioning that, but do you at least admit there’s more than a whiff of hypocrisy and/or irony in your conduct?
[quote]BONEZ217 wrote:
[quote]Enders Drift wrote:
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If you’re only using 1 side of the cable machine stand at an angle so someone can use the other side.
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Don’t be using inappropriate language in public or at all.
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The gym should be like public transit you get in and get out. Nobody wants to hear you talk at all, you should feel awkward when somebody talks to you. You should not break for 5 minutes between each set to watch the television and talk about last nights game.[/quote]
This thread is for etiquette rules. Not Hitler’s guidlines for a better tomorrow. [/quote]
/agree - what if your wait is 5 mins between sets? (heavy weights, short sets, long rests between sets)