[bushwood] Crotch man

AO: bushwood
Q: Hatchet
PAX: Fuse Box, Tanyatine-Tim Braun, Das Boot, Deep Dish, Hatchet, Dana, One Star, Noonan, Hi-Hat, Sixer. Fruit loop.
FNGs: None
COUNT: 11
What had happened was:
The Q rolled in on two wheels at 5:28. The boys were ready. Q was definitely on time but was held up by the fact that he left his shoes on the golf course yesterday. Something he hadn’t done since WAY back in the day when he’d get sideways on the course drinking 16 oz Icehouse brews. That wild dawg, Sixer, was in the house. He rolled in with that old body Chevy, and he brought his friend, Fruit Loop. Fruit Loop pushed hard and did well. Let’s just say that sixer and his boy are the ones you DEFINITELY want on your side if something pops off.

After the mosey and during the warm up, the convo took a hard right and went in the gutter. All the Q did was explain the following: when the Q was asked if he was a butt guy or a boob guy, in regards to the opposite sex, he shockingly said neither, and then let us know that he was actually a crotch man, because that’s where the magic happens. The boys got off track after that. The Q did too, as he was distracted thinking about his wife and a recent encounter with her.

Anyway, we got back on track and did some wall work on the way to the neighborhood. Cars whizzed by, well over the local 35mph speed limit. In the hood, we rotated some various exercises. After that we went back to campus and grabbed some blocks. Hi-Hat tried his best to keep the convo in the gutter but the Q reeled him back in. I think the only one of us that didn’t say something idiotic was Deep Dish. Thanks bro.

After digging blocks out of the woods, we did a little circuit work. Then, we got some abs in where Das Boot showed us a new exercise as Tanyatine-Tim Braun played music so bad that the devil would cringe when he heard it. He turned it off. We moved on. Then we took a 100 percent sprint to COT. Noonan got a head start and outran me. The boys did well. We mixed things up a little today. A Hatchet Q is usually all about miles, miles, and more miles. But we trained for bulk and girth today, not tone.

In COT, we reviewed announcements. Dana brought up the golf tourney on 10/28. This reminded the Q of a time when his buddy got high before a round of golf. The Q said his buddy’s eyes were wide open and he was sinking putts of 30, 40, and 50 feet. He was on pace to break the course record. But at the turn, he ate 3 hotdogs and passed out in his truck. So the course record stayed in tact. Then, One Star volunteered to Q body shop Thursday. Good looking out brother. We missed J-Woww. To be fair it was an excused absence. He actually messaged me last night and said he and some other double respects were crushing moscato at the wine bar in waverly. Stay strong bro. Always good to see Fuse Box in Marvin.

We prayed for Tanyatine-Tim Braun family fruit Loops dad, and those in Florida and western nc. The Q left the boys with this thought. If you get knocked down 6 times. Get back up 7 times. The only way we lose is if we don’t get back. Get back up one more time than you get knocked down and victory is yours.