I sat in the carpark outside the local gym waiting for my daughter to finish her workout or whatever it is people do at those places.
there were some pubescent manlets in string singlets, probably bloated on deca, doing nothing but push downs and curls with about 20kg. For an hour. Then I had to walk past one of them later at the supermarket, after he had roared past me laying rubber in his v8 ute. I was driving the diesel i30 so winner anyway. At every chance mirin himself in the windows or any reflective surface. I swear he was trying to get a reflection of his triceps from my bald head at one stage.
Might be time for a casual workout session at that gym to re-educate some of these locals. By the way, stop looking at my daughter. I will break you. Then I will eat your brain.