Massive Scandal Rocks Q v Q at Cauldron, Judges Sanctioned. . .


So the clickbait worked. You couldn’t resist the doom-scrolling-worthy headline and now you want to get your dopamine hit with some juicy story that will titillate your senses. Well, I’m sorry to say that the closest we got to titillating was the “Full Nipple Alignment” merkins by yours truly. But we did get a good, wholesome workout with a fine group of gentlemen.

I’m sorry if that doesn’t do anything for your dopamine addiction, but if it helps, I’ll throw you a bone: Amen got blamed for a fart that I committed. I didn’t fess up in the moment because I’m insecure that way. There. You feel better? Because I don’t. 

Despite my uber-creative (read: I made it up seconds before calling it) Fellowship Armageddon exercise, I lost to Amen, with his fun, fartless, fairly familiar fitness fare. I will be appealing the ruling all the way to the Supreme Court, if necessary. 

We went to Lowes and BSed for a while. Then I went home to nurse my psychological wounds. 

The End

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