>It's 1999, the last hurrah of the grim and dank 90's
>you walk into the gym where only srs faced men with dedication lift heavy shit. No skanky thots, no DYELs, only commited guys facing down the rapidly approaching new millennium
>receptionist named Fred is a grumpy chainsmoking fat fuck with a moustache , you nod to him as you pass, he does the same
>in the dressingroom you change out of your CAT denim workpants and Champion sweatshirt into neon colored trackpants and a worn washed out Guns n'Roses tank top
>You grab your discman and replace the Pantera CD with the latest CD from Type O Negative "World Coming Down".
>As you walk down the corridor to the smelly weightroom you hear the dank somber tones of "White Slavery" caress your stereocillia inside your cochlea
>you walk into the weight room and feel greeted as an old friend, the sense that this is where you belong comforts you
>you nod to your man-gorilla buddies who definitely aren't natty and don't give a flying fuck about keeping up a pretense that they are
>you hit the skip on your discman and go to track 9 as you lay down on the bench for your warmup
>"Everything Dies" ebbs and flows in a wonderful bittersweet stream of emotions about the people in your life who have passed on. The iron clangs as you slowly up the weight, your triceps and pecs feel awakened, alive.Thriving.
>Track 8 - "Creepy Green Light". You load up the heavy shit on the bar, brace yourself, lift it. Thats it. Work it, heavy but controllable. You finish bench and do the rest of the shoulder and tricep exercises. When you're done you talk with Big Gus about the latest model of the Dodge Viper. Dream car. Maybe one day you may.
>shower, change. Talk with the receptionist. You ask to use the telephone to call your gf, tell her to turn on the oven and start preparing dinner.
>You have a quick smoke with Fred, then head back out into the 90's world. Gonna play some Baldurs Gate 2 later that night and watch an episode of X-files then sleep.
It's 1999, the last hurrah of the grim and dank 90's
This thread just got me hard as a fuckin' rock. Thanks bro.
the 90s were so much better than this it was unreal. Everyone was white, it was okay to be a homophobe, nobody was offended by much of anything so we were free to just try to enjoy life as much as possible
Zoomers: "who tf are Type O negative and Pantera??"
Boomer here who was actually there: you make it all sound so fucking gay OP.
That and you can still listen to Pantera and Type O Negative in the gym today. I know I still do.
>Everyone was white, it was okay to be a homophobe, nobody was offended by much of anything so we were free to just try to enjoy life as much as possible
Sounds like the 2020 in Poland.
This is borderline Facebook tier "spread this if you remember" low effort bullshit.
Discmans were fucking shit for workout. Walkman was best right up until ipods
Brutal Death Metal chads mog your gay bands any day of the week
Who exactly is he mogging?
black > death, but let's not pretend that even the pop garbage back then wasn't infinitely more complex, melodic and engaging than the electronic fart noises of today
>black > death
Respectfully disagree, but that's just my opinion.
>let's not pretend that even the pop garbage back then wasn't infinitely more complex, melodic and engaging than the electronic fart noises of today
Sure, I'm not implying otherwise. All I'm saying is that BDM has the highest ratio of hulking chads among all genres of music.
low effort is posting a wojack and a ">" followed by a noun, or at best, a verb+noun. This is pretty based actually.
...Whereas BM fans are mostly weak nerds. Grudgingly conceded.
Bullshit. Pandering to a specific audience with targeted nostalgia takes no fucking effort.
Nobody went to the gym in the 90s
Gee user, sounds like your dad made no fucking effort to pull out on prom night. Relax.
Start suckin dicks left and right
based
>It's 1999, the last hurrah of the grim and dank 90's
>you walk into the gym where only srs faced men with dedication pack heavy fudge. No skanky thots, no DYELs, only commited guys facing down the rapidly approaching hard cock
>receptionist named Fred is a grumpy chainsmoking fat fuck with a moustache , you nod to him as you pass, he does the same
>in the dressingroom you change out of your CAT denim workpants and Champion sweatshirt into neon colored trackpants and a worn washed out Guns n'Roses tank top
>You grab your discman and replace the WHAM! CD with the latest CD from The Village People "Cruisin'" (yes this was an actual Village People album).
>As you walk down the corridor to the smelly weightroom you hear the dank somber tones of "YMCA" caress your stereocillia inside your cochlea
>you walk into the steam room and feel greeted as an old friend, the sense that this is where you belong comforts you
>you nod to your man-gorilla buddies who definitely aren't straight and don't give a flying fuck about keeping up a pretense that they are
>you hit the skip on your discman and go to track 9 as you lay down on the pommelhorsefor your warmup
>"Hot Cop" ebbs and flows in a wonderful bittersweet stream of emotions about the people in your life who have passed AIDS. The iron clangs as you slowly loosen the belt buckle, your cock and hairy nips feel awakened, alive.Thriving.
>Sounds like the 2020 in Poland.
This but unironically
yeah but only in our country we arent subhumans
Times change, it's a sorry and painful affair but a necessary one. I miss what the world use to be, and even more who I used to be. Not much to do but honour better times and move on.
>Track 8 - "I'm A Cruiser". You form a line of burly men behind you, brace yourself, take it. Thats it. Work it, heavy but controllable. You finish on your stomach and do the rest of the burly men. When you're done you talk with Big Gus about the latest Harley Davidson. Dream bike. Maybe one day you may.
>shower, change. Talk with the receptionist. You ask to use the telephone to call your gf (male), tell her to put on the cock ring and start amassing poppers.
>You have a quick smoke with Fred, then head back out into the 90's world. Gonna play some Ms Pac Man later that night and watch a Destiny debate then sleep.
a lot of metal fans are nerds
I've been to slayer, amon amarth, lamb of god, testament, ghostemane(shit's awesome actually especially his dj Parv0), machine head, gojira and some other less known stuff and it was filled with nerds and hot girls with daddy issues
there's only one or two fellow Yas Forumsizens if lucky, but if you are one you get random IG DM's requests because those bitches are crazy and will dig through instastories to find you
You made me feel sad for a time I was too young to experience. 2000. Zoom zoom.
you have to be 18 to post here
I am a zoomer and know of pantera and all the nu/groove/trash bands out there, how you ask? the fuckin internet you fuckn boomer shits still there
Pretty gay bro, nohomo
> tfw 2000 was 20 years ago
>watch an episode of X-files then sleep.
I hope the smoking man's in this one