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I was in the gym today squatting far more weight than anyone with a shred of common sense should. On my fourth set, I'm nearly at the point where my muscles don't really respond anymore when I suddenly notice that my spotter isn't behind me. A second later, he says: "Christ she's hot."
Now, anyone who isn't a dumba$$ would think to himself "there's a hot girl back there somewhere, but I have a bar on my back that weighs twice as much as I do. Finish your squat, put the bar down, and behold the hot girl in a few seconds."
That is not what happened.
What happened is this: My wang hijacked my brain like the Taliban. At the bottom of the squat, I try to turn around to see the hot girl. Hilarity ensued. The bar smashes against the side of the power rack, making a HORRIBLE noise. The force of the collision causes me, for reasons unknown, to try to recover by shifiting all my weight onto one foot. Down I go. Onto the floor. Hard. Where was my spotter, you ask? I'll beat the answer out of him after my newly strained left quad recovers.
Just for the record, the chick was pretty damn hot.
Now, anyone who isn't a dumba$$ would think to himself "there's a hot girl back there somewhere, but I have a bar on my back that weighs twice as much as I do. Finish your squat, put the bar down, and behold the hot girl in a few seconds."
That is not what happened.
What happened is this: My wang hijacked my brain like the Taliban. At the bottom of the squat, I try to turn around to see the hot girl. Hilarity ensued. The bar smashes against the side of the power rack, making a HORRIBLE noise. The force of the collision causes me, for reasons unknown, to try to recover by shifiting all my weight onto one foot. Down I go. Onto the floor. Hard. Where was my spotter, you ask? I'll beat the answer out of him after my newly strained left quad recovers.
Just for the record, the chick was pretty damn hot.
As long as you don't listen to self and injure wang.;)
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