I recently ended my membership at 24 Hr. Fitness. No more meatheads in the mirror or And1 mixtape rejects practicing 45 foot jumpers on that awesome mini basketball court that’s never quite crowded enough with douche bigalows of all shapes and sizes. Damn. Where am I going to watch people excercise their yappers on cell phones now?

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