One of the PAWGs I talk to that usually goes in the morning is either on vacation, switched gyms, stopped lifting, has the rona, or is dead.
Haven't seen this heifer in like a month (#bushed
).
Another one I see but don't fukk with was MIA for a min but showed up today.
Now, I'm usually either all black or all white, but today a darker-skinned PAAG or maybe a Blasian came in.
I made a little joke and this broad moved in and was feeling on a nikka's shoulder. Never met this broad before in my life, so I'm thinking Imma see what's up.
Built like a wanna-be powerlifter, short shorts, and the ass was phat. Had a custom belt, lifting shoes, shaker cups, the whole nine.
Then her two trash-ass friends came in and I realized she was a female fukkboy.
bytches had mini-bands attached to everything; they was only moving baby weight (105# squat doubles
and they were spotting each rep), laughing loud as shyt after every sentence, and was taking plates off a motherfukker's rack.
Oh well. Least I wasn't oblivious this time, word to
@neotheflyingone.