I need more Cowbell, wait, I any Cowbell. Cowbell was supposed to have the Q, yet he called an audible. Have no fear Jose is here to step up, and step up he did. Since I am now sounding like Bushwhacker, referring to myself in third person, I will get on to the workout. I was tossing around a few different ideas, but when there arrived only 6 participants I went with tabata: 45 seconds of an exercise, 15 seconds rest. I started us off, and then went around the group with each participant calling out a different exercise. Peacock, Waves, Slots, Blue Note, BBQ, and YHC were rolling when a very peculiar young man rode up on his bike. He was a mixture of a homeless man mixed with a meth head, crossbred with Joe Dirt. He was shirtless, tatted up (yet the tats made no sense whatsoever), and clearing on something. He proceeded to shower at the Gipper, brushing his long locks, while talking to himself. As a group we were all amazed that an outdoor shower existed at the Gipper. To which Joe Dirt’s distant inbred nephew replied “It feels so good, and that we should definitely each try it when we finished” Never a dull moment at a FIA/F3 beatdown. COT and BBQ prayed us out.

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