“I’m Going To Go Get… Nothing.”

Cohiba had knee surgery almost two weeks ago. (He messed up some ligaments working a Jiu Jitsu move he doesn’t normally do.)  He was instructed to fast starting midnight the night before, but his surgery wasn’t scheduled until 2 PM the next day. So he was really really hunger, and bordering on hangry, which is normally me.

I told him I was gonna pick up some coffee right after I dropped him off and he was like, “Gah! Don’t tell me that!”

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When You Can’t Afford A Gym

For the past several days, a Seattle friend of mine has been posting pics of this guy walking down the street carrying a log. (Not a euphemism; a real log.)

We couldn’t decide if he was building a log cabin, or practicing for a caber toss, or helping elementary kids learn the letter L. She saw him for the third time today, only this time he had a friend, also carrying a log, when was walking a dog. ( Also not a euphemism.)

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