Besides the aforementioned perception of cock-blocking, another reason for the enmity between me and Cary was Sven. Sven Ole-Thorsen that is. If you don't know who he is if you can remember back to the original Conan, Sven was Thulsa Doom's clean shaven henchman that wielded the big war hammer.
Sven and I got on instantly and he was a big part of the match-making between Saemi and I. Plus I would work out with Sven in the little BS gym at the hotel he was staying at in the Garden District. Really cool getting coaching on technical lifts from a guy that was good buds with Arnold. Plus Sven needed some dude time as Grace Jones had just broken up with him. He described her nether parts as like "...the mouth of a leopard". He had this MASSIVE opal ring that she had given him that he used to twist around his finger when he talked about her.
So one day after working out, Sven and I are hanging out at the pool drinking scotch when Cary walks out wearing a Speedo and carrying a gym bag. Sven sneers to me over this 70 ring sized cigar in his teeth, "Look at this fag".
Cary get's in the pool and ties himself off to one end with this weird looking rubber band contraption and put's on some even stranger looking
hand flippers. He starts dog paddling and doing all this Lamaze breathing.
Sven almost falls out of the chair laughing and starts throwing ice at Cary.
It dawned on me right then that we had almost killed the entire bottle of Johnny Walker Black. Not that I really care for blends, but Sven was buying.
Cary leaps out of the pool and glares at both of us and stomps back to his room.
Sven shrugs and says "He would've never lasted at mine and Arnolds old gym"
Here's a vid with Arnold and Sven.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lz3lGcebwAY
Originally Posted by SouthNarc
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