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Its snowing in the gym!!

Truth. I’m all pumped up ready for an amazing session then this guy walks over with his singlet and his tight tight shorts ( 🌈 🤷🏻‍♂️ ). Well tanned. But one problem. You know how after 3 or 4 days after sunburn your skin starts to flake. Well, this guy had skin flakes all over his back and shoulders. Not only did it flake all over the bench he was using to bench press, after completing his set he’d play on his phone and start SCRATCHING his shoulders and back!! Itchy was it?????fuck me. It was literally snowing in the gym with his fucking flakes !! To be fair he did “wipe down” the bench when he was done but it wasn’t sweat he was wiping off ❄️ ⛄️

Rant over!!
 

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Dry your head!

The hair dyer is for the hairs on your head not the hairs on your pubes Theres always that one guy. And if it’s not him it’s the other guy who thinks the blow dryer is for drying his shoes or flip flops after using the shower. I kid you not. It’s ridiculous the lack of hygiene awareness people have
 
Beastmode said:
Its snowing in the gym!!

Truth. I’m all pumped up ready for an amazing session then this guy walks over with his singlet and his tight tight shorts ( 🌈 🤷🏻‍♂️ ). Well tanned. But one problem. You know how after 3 or 4 days after sunburn your skin starts to flake. Well, this guy had skin flakes all over his back and shoulders. Not only did it flake all over the bench he was using to bench press, after completing his set he’d play on his phone and start SCRATCHING his shoulders and back!! Itchy was it?????fuck me. It was literally snowing in the gym with his fucking flakes !! To be fair he did “wipe down” the bench when he was done but it wasn’t sweat he was wiping off ❄️ ⛄️

Rant over!!
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Boo hoo. Get a real problem snowflake. And you think 🌈 are softcocks
 
Have lots of stories.

We used to take the scary guys to the gym when they were agro to work it out.

Five of us usually would watch them go mental on the bag or whatever.

One guy hit the bag and burst a seam, sand and shit was coming out.

Honest to Goodness it was like a George Foreman horror movie if big George (RIP) was nuts.

The looks we exchanged in our little cowered group of five staff were priceless.

Another of my favorite memories was a gym full of the boys from Maxi, all doing weights.

We had an old Kaumatua with us, he was in his seventies. He loaded the bench up to 120kg and pressed it five times to a completely silent Gym of hardened killers picking their jaws up off the floor.

The old fellah let me in on his secret. He was New Zealand Powerlifting champion in the 1960s. Some on here might know of an old man with those credentials from Taranaki. Pm me if you do, I miss the old fullah.
 
sup42 said:
Have lots of stories.

We used to take the scary guys to the gym when they were agro to work it out.

Five of us usually would watch them go mental on the bag or whatever.

One guy hit the bag and burst a seam, sand and shit was coming out.

Honest to Goodness it was like a George Foreman horror movie if big George (RIP) was nuts.

The looks we exchanged in our little cowered group of five staff were priceless.

Another of my favorite memories was a gym full of the boys from Maxi, all doing weights.

We had an old Kaumatua with us, he was in his seventies. He loaded the bench up to 120kg and pressed it five times to a completely silent Gym of hardened killers picking their jaws up off the floor.

The old fellah let me in on his secret. He was New Zealand Powerlifting champion in the 1960s. Some on here might know of an old man with those credentials from Taranaki. Pm me if you do, I miss the old fullah.
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Ever have any completely lose it and you guys not able to contain them?
 
sup42 said:
We had this old biker dude in lock up. He came from Prison every year for a holiday with us.

He was a psychopath of the highest order and was not allowed in general population in the Maxi unit he came from in Prison.

He was not therefore allowed in general population at my work place.

We took him for six weeks every year to give that prison services staff a break,. this guy was not mentally ill, we purely agreed to house him for six weeks for the mental health of the prison guards from his unit.

Anyway, he was like a biker version of Hannibal lecter. he was a kiwi with a strong Aussie accent.

Being with him for eight hours a day would start to make you go a little nuts. I have to say he was the purest psychopath I have ever come across.

Anyway a Psychologist decided that we should get him out of solitary and let him use the gym once a week.

So we let him wear his bandana, let him put his leather vest on, and told him he had half an hour with the punching bag.

So this dude stands in front of the bag, spends five minutes doing a ritual with putting his bandana on like he is Miyagi putting a bandana on Daniel - except he does it for five minutes, bowing, neatly folding the bandana, tying it then re tying it. More bowing.

Then he starts doing this deep breathing and exhaling "Huh! huh! huh! huh!"

We watch five minutes of that shit.

So that is ten minutes of build up, no action yet.

Finally he forks two fingers like he is gonna poke someone in the eyes and yells "eyes! eyes! eyes!" as he stabs the punching bag over...and over...and over...

Then he makes a grabbing motion with his other hand and clutches low down on the bag yelling "Nuts! nuts! nuts!"

What followed was having to watch a old Biker molesting a punching bag while screaming "eyes! nuts! eyes! nuts!".

Twenty minutes of that he was done, bows, thanks us, we walk back down the Wing in silence to solitary.

You have to try really hard not to laugh sometimes when people do stuff like that.
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Can be the biggest, burliest bastard, but there’s nothing more scary than the uncertainty of an unhinged person
 
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