There’s this guy at the gym, some kind of data obsessive named Walter. Not really the best social skills. I’ll be on the leg press and he’ll come up with a measuring tape and try to check the circumference of my calves. I didn’t really mind at first because I was interested in my gains, but it has gotten to be too annoying. Today it was so hot and I didn’t want anyone coming near me so I finally had to tell him “No more calf measures, Walter!”
No! He orchestrated it! Jimmy! He shitposted through a sunroof!