Fa la la la la, la la la, la… laaaaaaaa
Oh hey, I didn’t see you there. Thanks for stopping by! How kickass was the workout at Union Station this morning? Oh wait….to fill in those you who opted for pillow hugging, going home for the holidays
or morning sex, you should know that we got swiftly kicked out of the entire grounds of Union Station within two minutes of beginning the 5:30 workout. I’d like to thank the tribe for embracing the holiday spirit and being so open to mine and Woody’s last minute improvisation of both workout and location. If anyone has any connections at RTD please send us their contact….
Just about the only thing that (sort of) went to plan this morning was the stealing of Eugene, co-leader of #weatherspoof SD tribe’s, Sally Up warmup. Except of course today was the ONE DAY that we had two San Deigan traverbalers, so we couldn’t even pull it off as our own. At least we can all agree on one thing: Sally’s a bitch (I wish I could say the same thing about Eugene, but god damn is he a brilliant man and his life is sooooooo sick). Oh, and if anyone asks, the shitter’s full.
AND TO ALL A GOODNIGHT! We’ll see you next Wednesday for PR CLOVERS. Come with a resolution.