Commentary courtesy of Dark Helmet:

12 men at The Pit Of Cocks received a generous helping of Italian Jobs.

The Thang:

• Run 1/4 mile-ish then perform the following
• 10 Burpees
• 20 HR Merkins
• 30 Lunges
• 40 Mountain Climbers
• 10 Burpees

Repeat until the hate leaves your heart or until 45 minutes has elapsed…

Moleskine:
The morning began with Liberty rescuing Goose’s hemorrhoid pillow from the parking lot (not sure when that got left there) and placing it lovingly by the flag. Also placed by the flag, was a fat deuce squeezed out like Satan’s toothpaste by 3D’s nutsniffer. Not to worry, like most good dog owners, 3D brought his little doo-doo produce bags and collected the offering to carry with him. I don’t have a dog, and one of the main reasons is that I currently live in a situation that would require me to bend down and collect the feces of a lesser beast. I'm on the top of the food chain. I will not collect feces. Besides, the mighty (though domesticated) canine deserves to leave his castoffs where they lay, so for me to take responsibility to care for such an animal would require me to live beyond the officious reach of an HOA and past the confines of a fence…

Changing subjects, Deep Dish remarked about the amount of sand in the CRHS parking lot and was contemplating how to take his kids there and convince them that it was Myrtle Beach, but with less cigarette butts.

COT: Pray for many men’s relatives, to shoulder our burdens, and to be smart enough not to go alone.