THE BULLSHITTER

My latest adventure involved a trip to the University gym to try to shed a few of those holiday pounds.  To my delight I was able to hit a treadmill and in doing so, take time to observe the usual workout clientele.  You have your usual workout-aholics, who go there for the sole purpose to work their asses off.  These people are rare, and should be commended on a job well done.  You then have the socialites.  This is a rather politically correct term for these people......who I would rather refer to as jackoffs who are solely there to pickup dates and look good....or something?  But my all-time favorites, are no doubt, the Meat-heads........

Meat Head:

Usually said in describing a male who frequents the gym obsessively and only is concerned with "getting big", and who possesses little or no other qualities or personality.

Now that we have that cleared up, let me expand my thoughts on meat heads.  I love the fact that these wonderful folks like to stare at themselves, and have the sole purpose of getting as big as possible.  These people are very basic, and the main trait that sets them apart other than the above, is the fact that they obsess over themselves during masturbation.

So finally, to my ode to meat heads:

To the guy who walks into an area, and does the "i'm surveying the landscape and acting like i'm looking for something even though i'm not really looking for anything except people who are looking at me........and they're looking because i'm big and everyone loves that as much as me"

To the guy who rather than make two trips to the weight rack carrying only half of the weights to and from the machine, prefer to carry all of them at once........just because he can, and that's impressive. I'm impressed, are you impressed?

To the guy who invented "extra large" spandex for these said beings.  Of course this is the most ironic oxymorons available, because the fact that someone had to make a larger skin-tight clothing is just sort of disturbing.

To the guy who would rather have tiny testicles, no neck, a personality that most flies could compete with, and the desire to have such large biceps that he will soon no longer be able to comb his own hair. 

To he who would rather get big rather than get great sex.

To all of the things that set you apart from the rest of us drones, I commend you and your simple ways.  And besides, if we were all your size, how would we know what "big" really is?  I guess we would have to compare penis sizes......on that note, here's to steroids too!

That's all I have for today, I need a nap, some Kool-Aid, and a blowjob.....have a great friday~

The Bullshitter~ sponsored by Hee-Haw Gifts