At dawn, we all gathered with pride,
But Akbar? That dude went and hid.
Waterpik took the lead,
With Coachella stampede—
On cowbell time, chaos applied.
To the bars where our arms met their fate,
Six rounds ‘til our lats couldn’t wait.
Supermans on the ground,
Moaning sounds all around—
It looked like a CrossFit first date.
Then burpees and merkins galore,
At intersections—we cursed, then did more.
Our lungs begged for peace,
But the sprints didn’t cease—
Lakefront pain’s what the sadists adore.
A return to court,
We repeated that sort,
Crushing at each intersection,
A series of chest extensions.
Big Thanks to this weekends host, Mr. Legal
His Party? Straight up F2-regal.
We drank, laughed, and ate,
Now prepare for the next date-
A Murph is coming, so cancel your kegel!
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