New Market
8 Friday freakshows swarmed Satan’s hill for a lovely beat down. Swoop was recovering from some winter gunk, so the PAX decided to toss it around for a hot potato pile up. While the Midlo breeze seemed still this morning – the brown wind was blowing hard around the New Market parking lot. Nancy provided a 5-10 minute diatribe of the worst booty toot he’d ever smelled – the rest of the squad farted through the following… Warmarama Oyster looped us around to the cul-de-sac for some various IC Warm-ups SSH, Don Q, Helis, IW, Merkins, LBCs We thought about…