Like so many good things, it started as a joke. Scappy’s pre-blast noted YHC’s yukking it up from the cheap seats during most workouts since return from hip replacement IR. Guilty. There was a mild implication that this might change somewhat with YHC at the helm. It did not. In fact, we doubled down on the yukking!

It was nice to have Fudge, DR from Chicago, continue his impressive EH streak. He brought three FNGs this time: I’ll Be Back (former bodybuilder – Castaway name), Colonel Mustard (something to do with him being a mystery? Weed n Feed could tell you. Still, cool name.) and Oil Can (for the self-professed “tin-knocker” courtesy of Crash Cart). Welcome gentlemen! They’re all from out of town, so here’s hoping they find an F3 group where they are or get their mustard seed on. Fair warning: most F3 workouts are a lot more difficult and a lot less hilarious than this one.

The workout was what it was – slow squats with as good a form as you choose, slow WWIIs, some lunge walks, some rock stuff, some Mary.

But the only real reason for even doing a backblast, other than to put something down for the FNGs’ posterity, is: a new addition to the Exicon, or at least the Vexicon. (Lookin’ at you, Weed!)

I give you: The Chuckle Hut.

Explanation: My response to the pre-blast was to jokingly refer to the AO as the Tobacco Road Chuckle Hut. After the warmup, we moseyed to the field and circled up in plank. The deal was we hold plank until we got five good jokes from the PAX. YHC started with this gem from the Charlie Sheen-Lloyd Bridges vehicle Hot Shots: Part Deux: “What do you do to an elephant with three balls? Walk him and pitch to the rhino.”

It went from there, with several other nice ones, many scrotal in nature. (From Floyd, I think: “Pirate walks into a bar. He has a steering wheel sticking out of his pants. He asks the bartender for a shot of whiskey. Bartender says, ‘What’s with the steering wheel?’ The Pirate says, ‘Yar, they’re driving me nuts!'”)

We did this again during Mary, and Swamp finished with this gem: “What’s the difference between a Ferrari and 21 severed heads? I don’t have a Ferrari in my garage.” (We’re all a teensy bit worried he’s not kidding. It’s always the one you least suspect!)

Anywho, a good time was had by most if not all.

Smash cut to me later that night chatting with the M. There’s no hotter pillow talk than, “Honey, let me tell you about my Q.” So I did, and I mentioned the Chuckle Hut and the plank joke circle. She paused and asked, “So, is that a Chuckle Hut?”

I flipping DIED. Like, couldn’t breathe. Which started to offend her after a while, and then I had to concede that it was actually a perfectly reasonable question, given that we have stupid names for everything.

SO… a plank circle where people have to tell enough good jokes before being freed is now called a Chuckle Hut. Since the Exicon is no longer taking submissions, we’ll have to get Weed to film this for the Vexicon one of these days. We’ll keep the jokes PG.

Congrats to my M, Ace, for leaving a lasting legacy on F3.

MOLESKIN

Grateful for this group and the many ways they indulge/tolerate YHC’s silliness and help me live happy, joyous and free, one day at a time. Aye!