Its a traffic jam, when you’re already late. A no smoking sign, on your cigarette break. It’s like 10,000 spoons, when all you need is a knife. Come out in the gloom tomorrow…cuz you’re livin’ a high-impact life. Isn’t it ironic? Donchathink?
Yes, I’m a lyrical genius. Been working on that verse for a few weeks now.
I’ve had a bad wheel since last week, haven’t been able to run, haven’t been able to post, had to miss a Soft Top VQ this morning…I guess the irony is that I signed up to Q this Heavy a month ago, and I currently don’t feel like running. Like, at all.
“Wait, an Old Bay Q with no running?”
Come on out tomorrow to lift, move, and drag some stuff and some things for 45 minutes.
It’ll be easy.