I went into the weight room during PE with my friend to go see if I could find a new mas on the bench press. We put on 130, and I went on the bench. This ******** moron who loves to think that he's hot s**t came over to me and was like "Lemme see whatchu got." I lifted the thing off for a moment, but I noticed it was really heavy so I put it back. Then I tried it again, but I failed to get it back up. My friend was spotting me, so he helped me put it back up. Then this a*****e I was just talking about goes on it, and whaddya know, he also fails to bring it back up. ******** hilarious. My friend delayed helping him for like, 10 seconds. It was hilarious.
Then he starts talking s**t to me, you know, with stuff like "Dude, I hate the way you ******** look at me, it's getting on my nerves." I thought this was funny because he thought he was hot s**t, and he couldn't bench what I almost did. Then he was saying s**t like "Bow down to me right now" And "Bow down right ******** now or get spit on." Then one of our PE teachers walks in and was like :"*** WHAT CLASS ARE YOU OUT OF?!?!" and during that distraction my friend signaled us to leave. I was a little shaken, but not scared. I told my friend later that if that ******** thinks I'm scared of him I'm going to laugh in his face. He's not that much stronger than me at all. It's just the fact that he knows how to fight.
Oh well.
The Spirit of Versailles · Wed May 30, 2007 @ 01:48am · 0 Comments |