There was this guy down my gym last night. Skinny little runt...spots all over his face, weak jaw, big nose. Ugly little motherfucker. He probably thinks that going to the gym and getting all built up will make the chicks like him. He probably listens with jealousy to his friends stories about what they get up to with their girlfriends and he wants some of that, he wants to be just like them.

There was this guy down my gym last night. Real fucking big, always wears a tank-top. Always tanned, but you can tell it's a sun-bed job. Wears his hair in a little pony-tail. Thinks he's God's gift to women, thinks he can get any girl he wants. He goes out at the weekend and he judges the night a success by how many girls he's 'pulled.' He has a good line in small-talk, that's how he gets them. He boasts that they are all one-night-stands, he likes being free and single, likes being able to do what he wants. The truth is, small-talk is all he has. He's so shallow that no-one wants to really get to know him.

There was this guy down my gym last night. He left his mobile phone beside him on the bench as he worked out. He probably prays that someone will call him. Then he'll tell his mates "Someone called me on my mobile while I was down the gym." He probably arranged for someone to call him. Really thinks he's something does that guy.

There was this girl down my gym last night. Short and fat. All she did was leg exercises. She probably thought that building up muscle under her flabby legs would transform her into Cindy Crawford.

There was this girl down my gym last night. She was on a bike. Caked in make-up she was. Loads of foundation, lipstick, eyeliner...the works. When she felt some sweat appear she would dab down her forehead and slow up a little. She couldn't bare to have her make-up smudged. After all, she was here looking for a husband. She wanted to show that she looks after herself, that she is strong and independent, and always looks good, always does her best. After all, everyone knows that guys only go to the gym to pick up girls. How many guys had one good ogle, went home and jerked off, then paid her no further attention she'll never know.

There was this girl down my gym last night. A cripple she was. Well she walked all funny. She was still quite attractive, though. She probably hates being crippled. Every time she sees a happy couple she must imagine what her life would be like if only she wasn't afflicted. After all, she has the looks, but no guy wants to know her when they see how she walks. She just wants people to accept her the way she is....which is why she goes to the gym to turn herself into someone new. I wonder what it would be like to fuck her. Is she normal between her legs? Can she spread them like normal people? Or does she only do it in particular positions?

There was this guy down my gym last night. Nothing special, not very strong, wore a T-Shirt. Except when he was doing bicep exercises, then he rolled up his sleeves.

There was this girl down my gym last night. She was with her mother, chalk and cheese. She was quite thin, her mother was fat. The mother wore black leggings with a white G-string leotard on top. She must have been entering some kind of competition to find the ugliest looking person in a leotard. I wonder what the daughter thinks, is she embarrassed? Does she cringe every time she looks at her? I'd like to fuck the daughter just so I could tell the mother about it.

There was this guy down my gym last night. I swear to god he looks like Tin Tin.

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