steam room/sauna maniacs, the ones that load it up with olbas oil so strong it burns your eyes. This issue turned up via a pal this week, said there was some little guy practicing his Jean Claude Van Damme in the steam room loaded up with olbas. I thought he'd been drinking until he explained.
we've all got one or two, the raging wallopers that are in a constant masterchef competition that update their latest cooking twice a day all perfectly manicured and staged. I do not care, get it ate and shut up.
sauna bro's, this turned up via an over heard complaint, there's a set of lunatics lead by mr steroids, and his hangers on all fawn over his increasingly vulgar and obviously lies stories about his exploits with a horde of imaginary women.
I'm glad my exercise days are nothing but a distant memory. Seems more hassle than it's worth, and the covid reset of acceptable behaviour has made an entitled selfish and cocky bunch of bellends even worse.