James and the Giant Turd

Date: 2024-11-20 AO: wamrap Q: Horsehead PAX: Alf, rachel, O’Tannenbaum, double_e, Bellhop, Giant Turd, Giant Cockroach FNGs: None COUNT: 8 6 men, a giant turd, and a similarly sized cockroach assembled in a parking deck already claimed by the pay-to-play Gladiators to see which group would come out on top. In the end, the men of F3 established dominance by avoiding them and using other parts of the parking deck. Yeah, that’s what I thought.
After the first round of carefully planned exercises, running, burpees, and pullups Rachel and Alf went off on their own. I’m pretty sure that romance didn’t last, as we saw Alf all by himself about 15 mins in, trying to convince the Giant Cockroach to boost him up onto the pullup beam. The Giant Turd did his own thing.
Back in Hazzard county, OT regaled us with tales of his old wrestling coach and unrelated multi-tiered steak dinners while we suffered through both the workout and his stories.
Double E continued his streak as the fastest slow dude while trying his best to escape us. Unphased by the actual workout instructions, we were unshakable.
Bell Hop held the fort down and powered through the whole workout, we think. Or maybe he slept in the elevator. Who knows.
The real winner was Giant Turd, who remained intact atop the parking deck throbbing in his (or her) majesty while we continued to pass by in both fear admiration.
I still hate Slackblasts, but this ones for the Pax.
your friend, Horsehead