the thread about nothing...

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Watched the infamous "Scott's Tots" episode of the Office and it really wasn't that bad. People were overreacting big time.
 
She works hard for that body. She wants you to look :smokin

I know what you mean though, it’s very distracting
 
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TAN,

"You will get what you want, when you stop making excuses on why you don't have it."

We come up with a million reasonable reasons/excuses to justify ourselves of anything...

Excuses that aren't really reasons...

We can only succeed when we stop telling ourselves why we can’t...

Time to start showing ourselves that we can...

LETTTTSSSSSSSS GOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
 
Idk how i feel about gym chicks. This girl who was a solid 9, was doing squat work right in front of my treadmill yesterday. *** facing me. She was in purple yoga pants that had like a different greyish material over her butt cheeks to further accentuate the mass. Her body was phenomenal. She had a matching purple tight shirt on blond hair blue eyes with some make up on. Now she was doing like slow deep squats and stiff leg deadlifts superset.

Like i basically felt like i was watching the opening scene to a pr0n. And as im like desperately trying to not stare...and trying to not think about looking and try to avoid looking up at all i get to thinking. Like why is this ok? Like one side of me is like if i stare...im a creep...but like im a man...and this is great to look at...but like its a gym....can't you just wear shorts or something?

confused

She wanted you to look or any other person that was in her surrounding.
I would have kept casually staring, and if she seem like she was given signs she wanted to talk, i would have went over and told her "your form is wrong....etc, etc." just to force her say something. So i can spark off the conversation. get a few giggels in their scoop the #, and smash within that same week.

but you didn't do this, and couldn't think outside box but be a creep and stare.
 
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