Adventures of an asshole

I hate when the gym is full. There I was, set on self-torment and resurrection through self-destruction. In other words: I wanted to lift some weights.

To my disappointment the gym was full of loosy-goosy chubby fatties who stood in my way to attend physical perfection. Between every set I had to wait three minutes while some unknown person did his.

I did my sets but in the end there was no fire in the repetitions.

And the punching bags where used by some club. So no quality time was possible. Frustrated and angry I went home to do some studying.