I'm talking from the deepest pits of Mordor and my butt is speaking The Black Speech. Peeling the paint off the walls, heat mirages in the air, actual stink lines emanating. I'm surprised I haven't been asked to leave.
I was initially tempted to not wipe down the equipment just to make it a permanent part of the gym, but that's too far.
Update: I checked my skivvies cuz I was nervous but I'm clean
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My gym has an elevator that I sometimes use if I went hard on my legs. One day I took it, and as the doors closed I let loose a potent one. I eat about 6 eggs everyday, along with beans and rice with a lot of whey. To my dismay I see the doors start to open back up, an old woman was entering with a wheelchair bound child. I stared straight ahead for the ride and let them exit first.
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