Aye, we planted the Shovel Flag in the Gloom and the Faithful gathered:
SixMike
Tryon
PBo
Kit
Holtz
Moniteur
Waco
Achtung Baby
Ledger
Superdave
Modest Mouse
McDeuce
Giardi
Black Sperm
Exeter
War Daddy
Antonio Table
Hitman
74
BlackBird
McNulty
Senor Chips
Silence of the Silence
Dark Warrior
Shak
The Rock
McNugget
DST
OBT, and . . .
the Colonel (BHWTUP)
The Thang:
1. Run to Trophy Court
2. Randorama
3. Run to Brickyard
4. Shout out to John
5. Six Minutes of Mary (more like 10)
6. Run to BackForty (Moniteur slipped in the mud)
7. Plankorama
8. Robert Plants (lost count)
9. Run to Ramos’ Office
10. Stinkorama
11. People’s Chair
NakedMan Moleskin:
1. FNG: TClaps to Exeter. An FNG on the QAG on Saturday, he burns it up now on the Gamucci. Aye.
2. Kotters: Welcome Back PBo, who had to take some time off because his wife said he was looking “too good”.
3. War Baby: Silence of the Silence—36. Hate you Brother.
4. War Daddy: THE War Daddy—59. Aye! Roll it back Father Time. Roll back the Emotional Odometer.
5. Today’s Chuck: Chuck Norris CAN leave Hotel California.
6. A Very Special WTF: Hitman posted three days after the SharkBait Pelosi-thon. What up Tall Brother? Triple Claps to that.
7. Neither Man nor Machine: It’s not often that the Faithful get a glimpse of the legend that is McDeuce on the Gamucci. McNulty can and will testify (ah yes) that when it does happen, TBQ arises BEFORE the workout begins (sounds like the start of a Chuck there). What causes such trepidation amongst the Faithful just by the mere appearance of the fully branded one? It’s the recognition that there is something not quite flesh and blood about McDeuce. He’s a kind of cinema star—just not the kind you think. Yesterday was no exception. After what McNulty hoped and thought was 45 minutes of solid grind in the gloom, as the Faithful departed Senator Ramos’ Office, McDeuce could be seen on the hood of his McYukon Denali knocking out one-arm pushups. This was AFTER THE WORKOUT! He’s neither man nor machine, he’s something in between. And that’s scary. Aye.
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