Fat fuckers are really something. Early this week in the gym there was a pile of them sweating like football players about to die from over-exertion on a humid mid-summer day. Happens at the beginning of every year. Today, there were less people in the gym than usual. If I did not exercise regularly I would weigh between 800 and 900 pounds, maybe more. That is including the casket of course.
There was an incident in the change room I would like to share with you. Young motherfucker, in the change room with a few of his mates, was talking on his cell phone as I was about to shower. "Hey!" I said, after he had finished his call. "Mind if I share a little locker room etiquette with you?" Young motherfucker looked at me like maybe I was fucking Martian or something. I continued, "That phone is a camera too, isn't it?" I was standing there butt naked in front of him. I continued some more, young mother was all quiet-like. "When I was a kid nobody ever had to tell me, or anybody else, not to whip out a camera in a change room because everybody knew that to do so would get your ass kicked so hard you would never be able to operate a camera again in your life, if you survived the ass kicking at all."
Fucking cunt still did not say anything, but I think he got my drift. His friends suppressed their mirth, poorly.