I had such high intentions of waking up and writing a blog post this morning, but instead I got sucked into an epic “Cleavage Police Poetry Jam.”
Long story very short, my friend Ashley made a joke over text about how much cleavage there has been in the SDLHC (in people’s workout photos) lately, and I told her I was obviously fine with it, and, well… this is where our group conversation led…
Oh, and don’t ask why we call our group Pigeon Killers. It’s an inside joke that has everything to do with murderous pigeons and not visa versa.
Hey, I didn’t say this was quality writing. I mean… I misspelled *you’re* for crying out loud.
But we had fun. And what else counts among friends?
Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing