bachbooksandboobs asked: So what're your names anyway? I'm Frank obviously.
So, four guys & two girls walk into a bar...
My team’s odd, y’all. As I write this, we are sitting in chipotle, and they’re having the most animated discussion about guns and grenades. Pro-tip? Be careful when 85% of your BJJ class is either current military, veterans, police officers, and Navy Brats.
Seeing as how I’m hopefully in between two Post-NAGA Comas (at least until Game of Thrones ends. Then, all bets are off), I’ll try to take a moment and recap yesterday. The day started at 4:45am for me, as I had to make the 1h:30m drive to meet up with my teammates on the correct side of the Bay, where Dave would continue the rest of the way to VA. Before we leave, Chris bestows...
Just leaving NAGA. We did well. Will update future when I charge my iPhone, get to a computer, or my body stops shaking from the endorphins, whichever comes first.
Good morning, Vietnam~!
On my way to NAGA VA Beach, in a truck with three teammates of the male persuasion. They’re chatting about sport cycles, speed boats, & other things that go “vroom”. Much like watching “The Expendables”, I’m in fear of developing testosterone poisoning.
davetrains replied to your link: Homework Great documentary. Yuki Nakai is also incredibly awesome. I really enjoyed it. (Can’t believe it took me this long to see it- what was I thinking?) Nakai was amazing! I’m going to have to hunt up some clips of his and take a deeper look.
In honor of his birthday, our instructor gave us the assignment to check this out when we got home from trying to give him celebratory chokes.
Rocking the first short skirt/wedge sandals combo of the pre-summer to work tomorrow……thank you, jiu-jitsu! Plus, it’s pretty much my last chance to feel girly before I lock into competition mode, but who’s counting?
frankgarrett replied to your post: Yeah, so that happened…. What!? After all the roids I’m surprised it was recognizable. That was my second thought, right after “Oh, for the love of hell. I know where that’s been. I’ve seen where that’s been!” And because I was dumb enough to click on it, here’s the link in all it’s unholy non-glory:...
Yeah, so that happened....
You know, people, I really could have gone through life without seeing Tito Ortiz’s peen. Happily. Thanks a lot, internet.