What a treat, I was able to slip in a quick, intense Gun Club between the Coffee House dress rehearsal and the final show. I rushed into the clubhouse just after 4, alone. But wait! Just as I opened the door Heebs and T-mart emerged out of the shadows eager to join. I felt like a chef heading to the dumpster to dump food and having cats congregate when they hear the door. It always good to know you're appreciated.
We hit it hard. T-mart was planking something fierce. I even tried to slap his legs down, to no avail. Amazing, circus-material, planking action. T-mart owns this exercise.
It was a quick one, but we showed up!
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