What a surprise, the fatty at the gym acted just like the fatty she is. You entitled fucking pig. I'm having a good time minding my own business at the gym late at night when i feel the floor shake as you approach. The guy walking beside you has taken time out of his day to assist you in your "attempt" at a gym session, so show him some fucking respect and gratitude you entitled fucking pig. Instead everything spewing out of your mouth from the moment you enter the room is complaint of your PT and how hard everything is, the typical behavior i expect from you. But when i see him having to assist you with your half-assed triceps exercise by pulling the fucking cord while you are already on the lowest possible weight (about 1.5kg), that's too fucking far. Please for everyone's sake, take your bitching back to mcdonalds and let us normal people keep going about our day without having to smell your hairy armpits filling the room with their odor. From me to you, and have a happy funeral you entitled fucking pig. Love, CutTheCurby