Too sexy

It seems almost every time I go to the gym, inevitably there's some guy there playing on some weight contraption thingy with much more weight on it than he should be doing (healthily). This of course causes the poor noneck to grunt and groan like he's having the best, sweatiest sex of his life. Sick. While they're doing this they, of course, look longingly into that creepy wall of mirrors, making O sounds like they're the sexiest thing they've ever seen in their lives. Double sick. Maybe I should go there and pull a "When Harry met Sally" whilst pumping iron. Do you think I'd get kicked out?