I'm sorry
Every now and again, you say something that is mean or hurtful or just plain not nice. Today was one of those days.
Ten guys got together this morning at Hunter Street Park expecting 45 minutes of what F3 does best: joyful camaraderie.
Instead, an ill-tempered roast busted out.
And YHC is squarely to blame.
After a mosey the long way around to the lady’s parking lot, we warmed up with some SSHs, Burt Jacks, Merkins, Plank Jacks, Supermen and some other stuff.
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