The new twink at the gym won't stop asking me for diet tips.
Brokie fuckboy just wants to avoid cardio and blame his lack of gains on 'dopamine fasts.' Tell him to go eat a donut. Like seriously, how do these guys even think this shit works? Dude's built like a coat hanger and wants me to be his nutritionist because he saw me benching twice his bodyweight. I told him if he skips leg day one more time I'll personally make sure his microdick can't get hard without a waiver from his therapist. This is why we can't have nice things—wageslave incels trying to optimize their way out of their DNA.