My Gold's Gym membership expired yesterday. Now I don't have to deal with all the freakin' Resolutionists clogging up the workout equipment with their brand-spankin-new Nike shorts, tank top, headband, sneakers, iPod, and ankle weights.
Sure, they'll be gone in 2 weeks, but it drove me nuts. Assholes curling in the squat rack, teenage social hour, that damn stinky bald guy...it's neverending. Hump that curl bar, buddy. You go with your bad self.
Now, I'm the only asshole in my gym. God knows I didn't need any more competition.
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