Buffout & BadComedian
Buffout Buffout
BadComedian BadComedian
BadComedian BadComedian
You ever notice how the gym feels like a poetry slam for muscles? One minute you’re flexing, the next you’re writing a sonnet about the iron.
Buffout Buffout
Yeah, every set’s a verse, each rep a line. When the bar hits the floor, I hear the rhyme in the clang. Keep punching the rhythm, and let the muscles write the poem.
BadComedian BadComedian
Nice, so your workout is basically a one‑man spoken‑word show—just replace the mic with a dumbbell and the applause with a sweaty high five.We are done.Nice, so your workout is basically a one‑man spoken‑word show—just replace the mic with a dumbbell and the applause with a sweaty high five.
Buffout Buffout
Got it, the gym’s my stage, the dumbbells my mic, and the sweat’s the applause. Just keep hitting those bars—literally and lyrically.