Funny day at da gym

So I'm working out in the gym doing my thing when some guy walks up to me and says that he's noticed the intensity of my particular workouts and he wondered if he could join in.
Well this took me off guard a little since no one has ever approached me about this, but once I realized I wasn't in danger of some brokeback drama I agreed.
He said it shouldn't be a problem for him since he's in the marines and went to Iraq and blah blah blah. I responded by saying that I wouldn't hold back on him then.

The first few minutes he was holding his own, but when we got to the 3rd and 4th circuits he was starting to hurt until eventually he could barely catch his breath and he made a beeline to the bathroom where he proceded puke up his left lung.

Normally I would feel kind of bad for the guy, but I didn't. In fact I felt pretty damn good. It filled my heart with great joy to shut his cocky mouth up.

Marines.... BAH! I don't care what armed forces you are in if you sit on your ass filling up on jelly doughnuts and beer, guess what, you're gonna be just as out of shape as the rest of us civilians, but noooooo, all throughout the workout, this dude kept reminding him that he was in the Marines and Iraq and what the hell ever.
Funny thing about it is that I wasn't even at 100 percent, being as sleep deprived as I was.
I know plenty of guys in the military who are in incredible shape because they maintain, but this joker was a doughboy, plain and simple.

Let that be a lesson to all of you... you come into my house talking shit and thinking you're god's gift to fitness, I'll shut you down, mess you up and reduce you into a pathetic shell of a human being, crying for your mama and making love to the porcelin god of defeat.

Semper Fi.