June 27, 2015 by sandwichcontrol
Mine is a dog.
A Snoop Dogg.
I realized this the other day when we were doing isometric holds, I think it was a plank of some kind, whilst listening to one of my Classic Rap stations on the iPad. Just when I thought I couldn’t hold the plank any longer, Snoop came on and gave me strength.
He reminded me that we can handle this plank like a gentleman or we can get into some gangsta shit.
Have it your mother fuckin’ way.
Just like Burger King.
If they served planks.
Ooooh, I might get a Whopper for lunch. That shit sounds good. With onion rings. And that horseradish ring sauce. Damn son.
I’m off to pick up a bed. I have no idea where I’m gonna put it for the time being, but I’m off to get it just the same.
Wish me luck.
See ya’ tomorrow.
More soon. ~SC
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