Broken. Mike Broke It #WeMissedYou (DCA)

There once was a man named Mike.

He’s got some photogenicity.

You’ve seen him on a bike.

He verbaled in such simplicity.

AND THEN HE BROKE IT. THE VERBAL. IT’S BROKEN, MIKE.

Sure, sure. Yesterday was St. Patty’s Day. Guinness or Jameson or Smithwicks. You seem like a reasonable guy. Let’s assume you had one of each, went to synchronized swimming practice (not a knock on them. That shit takes some serious skill), and then went to bed early. Catch a couple ZZZs and then rise and shine for your last day with November Project DC before you move to our rival tribe in sunny (pronounced ‘foggy’) San Francisco. But you weren’t there. I can only assume you decided instead to do one of four things:

  1. Spa day483691_10200744698561102_1109012783_n
  2. Pirating a vessel 1910585_23126683853_1066_n
  3. Adjusting your headlamp so it’s perfect 1923591_1011003683058_7141_n
  4. Baking us cookies 10887160_10204480618268980_1730211943878787224_o

Personally, I’m hoping for the cookies. But that’s just my stomach talking. It’s a shame. Truly. Disappointment spread across the crowd. Before the bounce even started, we all decided that since you weren’t there, we’d just head home. No workout. Not true, you say? How would you know? YOU WEREN’T THERE.

We’re not mad. Just disappointed. Leaves a bad taste in the mouth. Enjoy SF. But I’ll tell you this much, they won’t be any more forgiving if you break a verbal there.

DCA OUT.

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