As the Tribe quietly crushed through sprints at this morning’s workout, the only noise we could hear was Gil panting heavily (he did just get back from a week of heavy stout, whiskey and haggis consumption in Scotland) and Kenny Wong rightfully correcting Paddy’s push-up form. So the Tribe needed a pick-me-up, and Paddy gracefully took to Spotify to supply the said pick-me-up. Little did the Irishman realise how bat shit crazy the lyrics to “Baby Got Back” were. If I had played that song back at home, Mag Leary would have me milking the cows, cooking the dinner and mowing the lawn for 5 months straight. Well at least after a couple more rounds of Squats & Sprints and Peace out fuckers burpee-sprints, we’d all have “butts that were stuffed”.
So, fellas! (Yeah!) Fellas! (Yeah!)
Has your girlfriend got the butt? (Hell yeah!)
Tell ’em to shake it! (Shake it!) Shake it! (Shake it!)
Shake that healthy butt!
Baby got back!
Shit coming up:
NBA Playoffs Burpee Bet: Mysteriously, Mark Noviski has disappeared to a remote desert island (he actually has) ever since the Cavs lost the opening two games to the Warriors. Is he purposefully trying to avoid his penalty burpees?
Friday June 10th: Friday Hills at the Sand Ladder. One word. Really fucking epic views, with a side of gnarly sand steps. OK not quite one word but you get the picture.
Monday June 13th: Tagging t-shirts at Fort Mason. With #Yearbook photos and the weekend’s races (Double Dipsea and Broken Arrow Skyrace), get out there and represent your Tribe with a crisp new tag.
Wednesday June 15th: #Yearbook photos. Alta Plaza Park. Wear a t-shirt with colour. No black or white t-shirts please. I guess that includes Tim Johnson’s pasty chest. Keep the shirt on, Tim.
PEACE OUT FUCKERS!!
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