Justice Is Served At The Gym When A Little Bitch Boy Drops The Barbell After Each Deadlift Rep

Horrifying. Picture this: you’re at the gym, trying to focus on your deadlifts. You’ve cinched your weight belt to the point where your toes have turned black inside your olympic lifting shoes. All the blood in your body stays above your waist. Nosebleeds abound because the blood has nowhere else to go, but you push through the pain to hoist that bar off the ground. Your playlist crescendos at the exact right moment. Your lower back screams, your form goes to shit, but you don’t care because you’re the fucking God of lifting. When all of a sudden…

CLANGGGGGG. CLANGGGGGGG. CLANGGGGGGGGG.

Some herpe-mouthed, noodle-dicked bitch is dropping the bar like an inconsiderate show pony, announcing his reps to the entire gym. “I JUST DID ANOTHER ONE. AND ANOTHER ONE,” he says, letting the clattering of the barbell speak for him. It only takes 10% more energy to lower the bar to the ground like a citizen of the world, and in fact, that provides a better rep. As we weightlifters know, the greater the range of motion, the better the lift. Probably.

Does tank bro even have a choice here? Nobody else was stepping up for gym justice. I thought he handled that admirably. Kicked that barbell down like he was stomping on a child engulfed in flame. And of course, little bitch boy crumples like a can of sprite, holding his dick to try to draw a flag. Newsflash, cuntface: your antics won’t play here. This is the gym, the concrete jungle, where men get bigger and little bitches get triggered. Get out, indeed. Walk back to the minigolf course where you work. Leave the plates for the real men who know that to truly raise the bar, you can’t drop it.