This particular person I am talking about is the gym D-bag. This certain breed of man is the type of dude that vocabulary of three words brooo, selfie, and lit. This guy walks around the gym with beats headphones listen to EDM blast so everyone can hear it, a gallon of water, taking photos of his artificial muscles and making lots of noise and of course always skipping leg day. This being I am talking about has two types of outfits in his closet Ed Hardy tees and cut off v-necks. The stenches of these people overflow the gym with either gross body odor or the stinging spell of their spray tan. Every since I stepped foot in the gym I instantly hated this type of “dude” and from what I understand so does everyone else
This particular person I am talking about is the gym D-bag. This certain breed of man is the type of dude that vocabulary of three words brooo, selfie, and lit. This guy walks around the gym with beats headphones listen to EDM blast so everyone can hear it, a gallon of water, taking photos of his artificial muscles and making lots of noise and of course always skipping leg day. This being I am talking about has two types of outfits in his closet Ed Hardy tees and cut off v-necks. The stenches of these people overflow the gym with either gross body odor or the stinging spell of their spray tan. Every since I stepped foot in the gym I instantly hated this type of “dude” and from what I understand so does everyone else