The Juice Junkie

Today is about "The Juice Junkie" you have seen them around town usually exiting the Gym or going into one as that is pretty much where they live. The person being usually male who when you look at makes you wonder if they can wipe their own butt because the muscles in their armpits make it look impossible to bend an arm that way.

Well yes these freaks of nature also exist in camps. Constantly seen in size extra medium shirts with a toxic fart inducing protein shake in their hand. Slowly they try to walk but more like waddle their way sideways through the door to the gym for another session of picking up hundreds of pounds only to place it back exactly where it was picked up from in the first place. Finding the joy of asking their other neck less comrade to stick a syringe in their butt so they can pick up and put down even more weight. Hey sounds like fun to me too. I just have not jumped on the bandwagon yet.

The most distinguishable trait of these self injecting testosterone monsters are the tattoos. I am starting to consider that there may be a Tribal tattoo steroid club that secretly exists. You can instantly become a member when you bench 300 lbs in the gym. They then rush you out the back door to get a big black tribal tattoo on your arm by some guy called Jack in a van with one stencil that everyone uses. It just seems way too ironic that so many neck less wonders of the unnatural world would in clear sense choose the exact same tattoo.

Other defining traits of the shrunken penis club are that they are never really seen doing any work. You may see them around the gym entrance but never around where any work is being done. This is due to the probability that they don't really work in the plants. They simply come to camps to devour 4 to 5000 free calories per sitting and use the unlimited gym access to fulfill their ultimate desire. To one day not fit out the door of the gym lie down and die on the blue mat in a bodybuilder utopia of sweat and protein shake stains. The desire to join the club just keeps increasing as I write.

To compare a "Juice Junkie" to something it would have to be a pig. Not that pigs are repulsive or anything, thou both farts I imagine smell very much as potent. I am using this comparison soley because a pig gets bigger and bigger. That is their desire they want to be the biggest damn pig at the trough. Willing to do anything to achieve that goal. Yet somehow not really seeing how big they are getting and causing their own death by it in the end.

I understand the need to be healthy and work out and I applaud people for doing so just remember when you either have to use the same drugs a horse does to gain some weight or are willing to let another guy stick a needle in your butt who has no formal training to be a doctor. It might be time to step back and look in the mirror for a good hard second and see if you can still see the person who started working out at the gym in the first place.

Cheers.