Homeboy and YHC locked eyes…we knew this was going to be a great day
All the former site Qs came to support ol’ MaBell and Grey Poupon and show solidarity that Tinder no longer should worry about the Paragon being shut down. This dumpster fire still has some life to it.

Homeboy touched my shoulder, nodded, and we were off. For a brutal 0.9 mile trek.

Manning affirmed YHC’s support of the Goons by taking the Q and relayed how much he respected my need to ensure things were taken care of, lovingly referring to it as my need for control. Love you too poo bear.

Bo Peep arrived late, ready for a brisk January beatdown and followed the scent of unabashed pensiveness and life’s disappointments to find us.

We did some things, some pulls/rows, some merkins, a lot of box jumps – Homeboy’s bestest, most favoritist part of the BD. He was so excited he walked around a bit just to slow his heart rate.

We did some wall work, thankfully Bronco brought beautifully light running gloves that to protect his hands from the concrete. On sale for $23.99, Homeboy and Drumstick have the link for the company they rep if you are interested.

Garf and GP wore the same shirt, and size, unfortunately for Garf. As GP just completely emasculated him when he strode out of his car. Prayers for a full recovery.

Met on a hill, did some broad jumps and lunges Floppy apparently would have gushed over.

Rat Tail merlot’d in the grass. Again… We will eventually get kicked out.

Planet Fitness has $10 memberships, One Life has hookers, New York guys’ parties have Garf.

Grylls sort of got his groove back…I guess…