#rawr lifts

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Some new guy calls Price an old man at the pub, and the next morning they find him in the gym doing this shit.

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Making eye contact with my partner as I deadlift his body weight to make sure he knows who the dominant one is.

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Bro moaning about the girls "wearing nothing" in the gym, so I told him to put some clothes on; his stringer was showing his tits and nipples, and I couldn't concentrate, it was distracting. For a hot second, he got to experience what it felt like to be the woman he was sneering at and the look on his face 🤌

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Watching a dude trying to flirt with a tatted bodybuilder knowing full well I saw her kissing her bird on the way into the gym, lolol.

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So, I got a picture that was real interesting for me dysmorphia-wise. The expression was diabolical because he caught me mid-snigger, but it's more the size. Old me would have crashed out because of the size.

My brain would have said "fat, fucking disgusting", but because I know that's my chest and shoulders under there, and it's strong AF.; it's like my brain did a record scratch after the initial repulsion. Dunno. It's a new thing... Usually I can't deal with pictures I haven't taken.

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Simon filling in for the PT while he's off sick:

"Although the movement of Romanian deadlift feels ver'ical, the emphasis of the movement is horizon'al, so to avoid lookin' like a cunt, you jus' need t' think fuck the bar, show it a good time." As he shoves his hips forward for emphasis.

Price doesn't put Simon on that rotation again.

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Dragging my arse through the door of the gym after an absolute clusterfuck of a day, "do it for him and his slutty fingering gloves."

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There is a grey bear in the gym chest pressing the 50s right next to me and I am morally, spiritually, physically compromised. Sir. Sir.