Date: 2025-02-22 AO: chicken-run Q: tuck PAX: bratwurst, drive_by, HazMat, midriff, das_boot, soft_pretzel FNGs: None COUNT: 7 The flock ran a new route, exploring some neighborhoods North of 485. On the way we passed Frasier’s L&B Counseling building and paid our respects by talking about our feelings. Each of us felt that it was cold as balls (technical term). Bratwurst did an amazing Das Boot impression and came out of nowhere to find us about a mile into the run, prompting us to call him Das Brat for the remainder of the morning (after workshopping a few lesser names such as Brat Boot and Wuersey Whitley. The real Das Boot did the most Das Boot thing imaginable and showed up near the end of the run to our amusement. Midriff managed to complete the full 10 miles despite 1) running a marathon 7 days ago and 2) experiencing Biblical levels of chafing. Biblical because they wore loin cloths back then, and it was hot as balls (technical term) in the desert so you do the math. Drive By once again showed off his new speed and finished at the front with Bratwust. The rest of us eventually finished and some rewarded themselves with chicken in the presence of Disney princesses that Midriff and I conjured (long story). Oh and Huck was the goodest of boys. The end.
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