I’ve got some weird dudes in my gym.
There’s the weird guy with the leather beret in the pool. He walks, full of purpose and assumed might, from point to point across the pool. When he reaches his target, he pauses for a moment like the mighty Conan surveying all he owns, then, choosing a new spot, strides again across the path of many a swimmer.
He cares not for their puny inconvienience.
I’m sorry, I could have sworn you said “leather beret”
I believe I did. He may have been wearing leather undergarments also but they were discretely hidden by the water.
good christ. I quit my gym, I felt it was full of……..eh how shall I say. Cunts.