You want to get real? Really real? P90X, bitches.
This shit is hilarious. The trainer is some loud-mouthed psycho who berates his companions constantly, making them laugh and screw up their exercises. He barely does anything himself.
The routine is based around muscle confusion, which is a fancy way of saying "do different stuff." Actually, I love it. There's nothing really special about the whole package, but the intensity and mock-motivation from the pack leader makes it hard to stop.
"Water break, BUT DON'T FUCKING SIT DOWN JESUS CHRIST."
Man, if only they started you out with pull-ups that no out-of-shape person can do...
If only they had the same terrible grunge riff playing on repeat for an hour...
If only my complete lack of a career or social life could guarantee me commitment...
Oh no you didn't!
Please, sir; I want some more.