The Bill Brasky

Some days it’s hard to get up and go. It’s a little nippy. Or wet. Or too hot. Or whatever lame ass excuse my thinker can come up with at 449 when the opportunity alert goes off. Luckily , I don’t make decisions in the morning. I decide the night before, not because I am disciplined and tough, but because I am pretty much a pansy. I sleep in my workout clothes, coffee pot timer set to go off at 440 and have a plan put together if I am the Q. If I wait till morning to do any of this stuff, I ain’t gonna make it.


Like I said, I am basically a pansy.

Luckily for me, the pax that joined me at Fortitude were tough nuts. How tough? I’ll tell you later.


First, there was a COP. It was the standard, kinda like frozen chicken pot pie. It ain’t good, but it is consistent. We did SSH, IW’s, Sharon Towers, and merkins.

The van had not arrived, so I (foolishly) suggested we partner up and run circles around the parking lot, meeting your partner 1/2 way around  and doing hand slap merkins—counting down from 10. This was stupid, because I thought the van would arrive sooner than it did.


When the van arrived, we stretched, then went to do the DAB—Dying cockroach, alternating lunges, burpees. 5,10, 15,10,5. Run backwards up the hill, forward down, after each set.

Peoples chair till we stopped wheezing.

11’s in the parking lot with derkins and mike Tysons. run a bunch in between

3 rounds of calf raises.

Mary upon return till we was alllllllllll done.


Great crew today. One fng and one returning champ. Welcome Goldie—something to do with movies, that’s all I can remember. Slaughter named him, and he is nuts. I think he is nuts because he sahved, and that’s crazy.

Cold Cuts—I once saw him scissor kick Angela Lansbury.

Carrier—Wears a live rattlesnake as a condom

Goldie—Once punched a hole in a cow just so he could see who was coming up the road.

Witch Doctor—Killed Wolfman Jack with a trident.

River Rat—Sweats gatorade

Oz—Told the pope it was ok to have a mistress

Slaughter—if you drop a phonograph needle on his nipple, it will play “ stairway to heaven”.

Tool belt—We once had a bachelor party for Tool belt. He ate the whole cake before we could tell him there was a stripper in it.

Pipeline—His grandfather breastfed John Madden

Thrust—His poop is considered currency in Argentina

The partridge family—once ate a bible while water skiing

MC—uses the Shroud of Turin as a golf towel

Alibi—jumped off the empire State building and only sprained his ankle

Maradona—Once gave a hand job to a Manta ray


Thanks for being here. Meant a lot to me.


Your Friend,

The Reverend Flo-Rida




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