With the normal Mighty Jungle on a hiatus, somewhere between 4-5 wayward vagabonds – some sorta injured – gathered to run, amble, saunter, gallivant, wander, promenade, stretch themselves, stretch some bands, and ultimately stretch the truth.
Muscles were strengthened and lengthened as we hung off bars, dodged cars, ran fars, and finally drank java out of little styrofoam jars.