18 citizens gathered to exercise their civic duty to the tunes of Snuff Underground: Election Day edition.
Warmarama: 46 SSHs, happy birthday to YHC.
Count off 1s and 2s. Each pair presented their platform: an exercise of their choice. Mirkins or arm circles? The PAX voted and the loser ran a lap while everyone did the winning exercise. This democracy went on for a couple rounds until the PAX was corrupted into voting for pandering candidates. It then switched to a constitutional monarchy while we listened to God Save the Queen by the Sex Pistols. Then a dictatorship when YHC didn’t like the choices. Then some voters were forced to do the exercise of the opposing party’s platform. Then some PAX members got their exercise flipped around and got a taste of their own medicine. Then all the election winners huddled and chose the exercise for the losers knowing full well that when they got back from their lap, they would be at the mercy of the losers. It was pure electoral chaos.
Circled up for some ab Mary where the PAX members went around the circle doing 10 of an ab exercise, except the person on each side also did it with you. Then we ran the OG lap around all the fields before heading back towards the flag. Deep state dips on the bridge to an extreme metal cover of ‘Southern Man’ and then we all lined up on the basketball court for a series of suicide sprints. Rule #1 of Snuff Underground is that when you complain about the music you gotta pay, even if it is making your ears bleed. Hold plank to the entire song of ‘This Land is your Land’ by Woody Guthrie.
COT. Get out there and vote.