I had to chivvy up my buds from KZN yesterday.
WTF is with them wafting down to Oudtshoorn on SATURDAY AFTERNOON? Maybe they should stick to their faggoty kzn face climbs and leave the tufa riding to us. By the time they arrive I be shall clipping the anchors on my 10th route of the day.
I have to drive out there on Saturday as well now, because everyone hates me so much they won’t go out with me on Friday. And then I am driving back on Sunday, in my shitty, rattly non-airconditioned white Citigolf. My Volvo, built to spec in Belgium, BTW, hasn't landed here yet. That's a bummer because I had planned to do donuts on the grass with pumping gangsta rap blasting from the upgraded sound system.
None of this matters though, because last week I did 3 sets of 50 pull ups and a set of 40, proving that it’s not hard, bitches.
Oh, and this serves as a note to my girlfriend so she knows where I am this weekend. Out of signal babe, on an ostrich.
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