I had a short membership at the gym across the street from my office...

I went there a few times on my lunch break, and apparently that's when every member of the club that's a male overweight hairy +45 something year old, feels it’s necessary to walk around naked in the men’s locker room.

It didn't bother me at first, but I quit the gym the day I walk into the locker room and this guy (with bigger boobs than my mom) was splayed out on a leather couch (why in Gods name would anyone have a leather sofa in a locker room) buck a$$ naked watching sports on the TV, about a minute latter I’m sitting on the bench putting my sneakers on and another tubby guy walks up to me and says a friendly "How's it going?" Just as I’m looking up to reply, he turns around, bends over, and drops his pants... and all I see is brown eye.

F.Y.I. It's hard to cancel a gym membership while you're dry heaving.


Sorry to anyone that this may offend, but damn it, no one said sorry to me.

Everyone thinks I've lost it now...Thanks to your "Brown Eye" comment.

I was able to recover pretty quickly and laugh it off, thanks to a few of my coworkers still go there and have much worse stories to tell.

I used to go to Gyms when I was younger. The only thing I found universal to it was that every comercial I ever saw for each gym was a flat out fabrication! Not a single pretty woman, just a self-absorbed witch and the Svelt guys they showed ended up like me, big (then) hairy lard balls that were there not to excersize but to scope out the fictitious glamorus gals!