SharkTank is for Sissies

The BackBlast:

JackNasty arrived first, as the responsible young adult and site Q, having replaced an ailing and dejected Curly.

SharkTank comes in two species: high test, pure grain alcohol, 60 minutes of suffering or a 45-minute version with leg warmers.

After action report: attendance was light as SharkTank goes through its renaissance; the extra credit loop around the hospital focused on the new bed tower architecture and cost of healthcare (why?); picking up the 45-minute crowd, we traveled downtown for tour; in his absence and since nothing outrageously stupid was said, Cindy was missed; a trip up the Mothership breaks every heart; near sunrise on top of Mothership was stunner; WhatDidn’t has a McKinsey smart answer for everything; noting new construction, the Hornets are better playing real estate than playing basketball; somewhere, Nabisco mentioned an atomic no. 2 had slowed his timely arrival; practicing for live TV, MMOB practiced the three obscenities he intends to hurl as a newly-appointed City Councilman; punch in the face plus six miles was covered in 60 minutes. At no time was there any discussion whatsoever about feelings.

Full-service prayer took us into the day. After party at East Boulevard location of Starbacks. #CoffeeRobbery

SharkTank invites all sissies, next week, for Steroid Q.