Saturday, July 28, 2007

Internet cafe and the advice guy

Well, just to start off, the internet being down for 2 weeks is a welcome suprise. I like not being able to keep in touch with everyone. And the occasional river city, only 3 times a day, never get on my nerves.

But seriously, i would like to rant about the assfuck that i want to choke. This person is in every gym you go to. The guy who has to tell you about how your doing your exercise wrong. I call him adviceguy. I would love to throw a 25lb dumbell through his fucking teeth. I don't give a fuck how many times he has janked his crank to arnold's books, i don't want some sweaty dude telling how to work out correctly, that's what pain is for. If it hurts real bad, i am doing it wrong. God already put that sensor in. So before you decide to be this guy in the gym, think about how much you hate the advice guy, and keep your mouth shut.

3 comments:

Kaiser said...

my grandpa is a certified adviceguy. the problem is that he gives advice for whatever irrelevant event that is happening, and a lot of times, he is either dead wong, or completely misreads what he is giving this great advice for. whether you dropped that cracker on accident, or were feeding it to the dog, he shakes his head like he cant believe you dont know how to hold a cracker. but youre about to find out from HIM.

Fez said...

you just wrote dead Wong!! Which reminds me i hate that fuck.

Anonymous said...

Good words.