There was me, that is TPS, and 18 of me droogs. We sat in the Paradise AO trying to make up our rassoodocks what to do with the morning. Vice, he sharpened us up to start for a bit of the old ultra-exercise at 730.
We started the srencrom with the warmup of that would sharpen you up with the Smurf Shuffle Hop, the Willy Mays Hayes, the Arm Circles and the Climber Mountains.
The Paradise has the coupons for the Thang so we droogs partnered with one droog staying put and he Amraps and the other, he moved.
For the Overture to the Sun, one droog overhead thrusted himself whilst his partner sprinted up the hill and then he sprinted himself back down
It had been a wonderful marning and what we needed now, to give it the perfect pace was a little of the Ludwig Van with Symphony 9, Planks and Murder Bunnies.
The next song was like a bird of rarest-spun heaven metal or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now. Side lunges with the coupon for one droog and bear crawl up and crawl bear down for the other. The background was the Thieving Magpie.
As an unmuddied lake. As clear as an azure sky of deepest summer. It was clearly time for William Tell, super mario and blockees
Marschino had warned about the rain. There was Singin in the Rain, but there was no rain. There was torture to shuffle with coupon and squats with arms overhead.
Why continue? Self-interest, the fear of underperformance drove us to the next grotesque act of self-abasement – Pomp and Circumstance with coupon carry and star crunches
Me droog, Red October, he did the flutter kick. 50 of them for the movie is 50. It's funny how the colors of the real world only seem real when you viddy them while doing the flutter.