Gym Guy has returned. And I was not ready for his act.

I was at the gym when in my peripheral vision, I saw a dude without his shirt on. I thought it was a bit strange, but no worries. The train derailed shortly after dude moved closer to me.

As he strode past, I noticed that he was not wearing shoes, only white socks. Then, my man set up a tripod with his phone atop it, pulled off his t-shirt, and began recording what I assumed was a video for YouTube, TikTok, or DreamWorks Productions.

Please keep in mind our location. We were not getting swole at dude’s basement. And we were not weight training in the sun on Muscle Beach in California. Instead, he and I lifted at a public gym in Center City, Philadelphia.

I wiped the sweat off the incline bench I used and thought, “PewDiePie, put your fucking shirt. Lace up your kicks. And stop treating the gym like its Universal Studios.”