Scavenger Hunt Madness

Bubbles Created & Hand Drawn Zumba Girl + One Team Shirt (Back)

Yesterday I felt a nervous sort of indifference about the upcoming scavenger madness. Work has suddenly decided to erupt like an angry volcano spewing work all over me and my tiny team.

I decided to blow off a little steam and NOT THINK with thirty minutes of Bubbles inspired Zumba. I was my usual klutz and I think Bubbles at times wonders why I'm giggling like a stonie at the back of her class but there are certain steps that she makes look so simple and so does the rest of the class that, alas, I simply can not do. One is where you take your right foot and kinda stomp it out and forward, then do the same thing with the left, if you're capable of hip movement you do that too and you shoot your right arm out and forward like your right foot and same with your left arm. Then you step back the same way.

I am genetically incapable of doing this with any sort of rhythm or nuance. I mean I get SO FAR behind that I'm nearly lapped and I just have to... giggle at myself.

I so need this class. Lout that I am.

As I head into the locker room my boss is in there getting ready for a run, grinning he says, "I'm sorry you're in the wrong locker room, this is the MENS locker."

I laugh kinda wondering if I could use that to get into the womens locker. Would they take pity on poor sweaty Bill? Fat chance.

At 1:30 I head down to the atrium for the scavenger hunt check in. Diablo is there explaining the rules of the game while we turn in all our money from out sponsors. To those who donated to our team,

THANK YOU!

We placed dead last but your money was still well spent on filling an empty belly. awesomeGirl had sold her soul to another team that raised something like $800 to our $70 or so, one of their gimmicks was that whoever gave them the most money got to name their team. They ended up being Rick's something or other...

Since I'm a petty, poor sport, little LITTLE man, awesomeGirl shall be called Rick's-awesomeGirl until I get over it in a year or two.

Diablo is speaking gibberish about twelve challenges and whatnot while I'm doing more constructive things like accusing the other teams of cheating, drug abuse or trying to recruit them to King Kojak's team. Diablo is showing no compassion, even when I fake an injury but he says something that catches my ear.

"If a challenge proves too tough you can opt for a minute penalty and move on to the next challenge."

Doing the math I raise my hand.

"Yes Bill?"

Glancing over at King Kojak I ask, "So we could stroll out here and immediately take twelve penalties and come in with a twelve minute time and, uh, do nothing?" King Kojak's team is known for indifference to any request. Kojak is grinning back at me, digging the idea.

Diablo realizes he's caught in a rule trap and starts explaining how this is suppose to be fun and stuff. Mind you I have no intention of doing this, I never pass on an opportunity to make a fool of myself but knowing what I know now I might have derived a bit of spiteful glee in saying to Rick's-Team "Good job" like they did to us after they won with a time of 12:49 - actually that reads meaner then it was, it was funny.

They deserved their prize. Raising that much money in this economy is no small feat.

Then we're shoved into what I started calling 'The Green Room' and called out into the atrium by team, then we were put back in there. The Green Room is actually a little hallway and we had to stay in there seeing nothing until Bubbles released us for the ordeal.

We were to be released second to last. It took awhile. We'd peer out when the door was opened hoping for clues. Occasionally a team would come running in on their way to the stairwell looking harried. At other times some poor slob who was actually working would wander in and be grilled for information.

One lady and a few of her pals came in and one of the research chicks (another opposing team) knew her and they started talking, but not about what was going on on the other side of the door. I'm having none of that.

"What's going on out there?"

The girl stares at me blankly while the research chick shoos her off before wheeling on me and saying, "BILL! She's from Armenia!"

"I wish you had told me that, I speak fluent Armenian."

"You do NOT!"

Some fan of King Kojak is trying to take his picture. I work myself into the frame knowing Kojak will treasure the moment more if I'm part of it. The fan says, "Oh my gosh, you two look like brothers!"

Kojak says, "I don't know how I feel about that."

DUDE!

The fan busts a gut and exits telling us nothing about what's going on 'out there.' I have no idea if she reads this blog but if so I'd appreciate it if she'd email a copy of that pic :-)

Later the Armenian girl comes back in and the research chick gleefully grabs her and says, "Bill can speak fluent Armenian. Bill, come over here and speak with my friend."

I walk over and say, "Hi."

She smiles politely at me while the research chick glowers saying, "That isn't Armenian!"

I look at her pityingly and say, "I AM speaking fluent Armenian." Somehow the girl disappears when Bubbles starts banging on the door saying, "King Kojak's team is up!"

Show time.

We're the second to the last team out the door and there are folk all around and lots of chaos. I think Bubbles hands us our first clue and we're on our way. We find the individual and are given a riddle to solve, "What goes up but never comes down?" We never figured it out.

Here's something to consider in the future when you're roped into one of these things. If you have a member of the FunRun! crew on your team (tireTosser) you WILL run the steps and LIKE IT gosh darn it! So we'd run up to the fourth floor, down to the second floor. I'm in my work clothes and getting kinda sweaty. I'd pop out of some Godforsaken stairwell and people would be yelling, "Run! You're suppose to run!"

mmhmm - I didn't give up but I knew we didn't have a prayer of winning this thing. $800 to our $70 is a pretty big deficit to make up time wise so I decided to listen to Diablo and have fun doing the challenges and trying to keep up with tireTosser, King Kojak and their stair running ways.

The research chicks catch us at the corn hole event. Now that was a challenge, the thing was about twenty-five feet away from where you toss the sandbags. There were a few other challenges and we were done.

I immediately defected to the winning team but Diablo only had three gift cards so I defected back. I don't think King Kojak even noticed.

My wife loves her Bubbles' designed T-Shirt, I had a great time tormenting her team in this blog and trash talking everybody.

It's fun, try it next year! I will if:

1. I survive Bubbles and Diablo's workouts
2. Anyone will have me

Until then, see you on the runway, I'm the one in the single white sock, it's my trademark.

Bubbles Created & Hand Drawn Zumba Girl + One Team Shirt (Front)

I wrote the above last night while it was fresh on my mind. Work is busy so I don't have a lot of time to tell you what went on at the gym today.

I did my interval workout on the upright bike today. IronMan came in when I was killing myself on the last two hills. I felt pukey on this workout and came off the bike stiff and sore which was weird. I carefully clean up the sweat covered bike trying to mentally assess these seeming new muscle pulls.

Then I stagger around watching IronMan and goodMood play and I wanna but this annoying little fly is buzzing, work, work, beware the Ides of March...

sigh

I head for the lockers, take of my HR monitor and go back out to the gym grinning like an idiot at goodMood and Ironman while I say, "Look, I just gotta lift something." Running my fingers lovingly over the 95lb dumbbells.

IronMan is sitting on a bench lifting some massive thing above his head in an Arnold Press. He gasps at goodMood, "Give him some five pound dumbbells."

"Awww come on!"

"Nope!"

So I take the dumbbells and do a few shoulder exercises while goodMood and IronMan query me on pain. Things seem to be improving but I betcha if I go over the five pound limit IronMan and goodMood will kick my ass. I keep thinking of Fuzion, that workout routine I posted a few days ago and curling pencils.

Bubbles is processing Kojak and Rick's-awesomeGirl through body assessments and she's grinning because she's gonna make her ABS deadline.

And I have to go.

Be well.

Game Day

I showed The Zumba Girls and a Dude for Strip Mining a few incriminating pictures and shortly afterwords these pictures began appearing...

The money should flow in now!

I have a busy day in front of me so not much time to blog. IronMan told me to lay off the Graviton for two months, he also nodded towards a machine he used when he hurt his shoulder but refused to show me how to use it. He knows me too well and wants me to lay off it for awhile and then he'll show me. Apparently there's this 'lay off it' theme I can dimly make out. IronMan wants my shoulder functional so I can feed him peeled grapes while goodMood fans him.

I'm on a Hunt for Hunger Scavenger Team and we hit the field of battle later today - I'll go home and write that little horror up for tomorrow. We'll see if Bill can perform 'under pressure.' King Kojak is irritated with me since he's raising all the money and awesomeGirl is loitering in the lobby like some sort of Operation Feed Strumpet begging for money for her team.

I did the total body workout today (minus Graviton) but was introspective and lost in thought after Filipe was kicked off The Biggest Loser. I'm trying to care but the show was so pumped full of cliched inspiration that I went into a diabetic coma and missed some stuff. The only highlight for me was the train the trainer segment and seeing Jillian finally break (saying yeah that's enough) doing lunges. Lunges suck! Try them sometime!

Second Body Assessment

I suppose you've seen these all over the place... sigh

With marketing like that how can we possibly win? Plus I heard there were eight teams not two, groan. We need the money but we're not gonna bug you about it like OTHERS do, OK? So fork it over.

My first body assessment was on 31 Dec 08. OK blogger blows at tables!

We'll go this way.

• Weight: 211 lost 26 pounds
• Resting HR: 66 bpm down 16 bpm - Bubbles liked that
• Body Composition: 24.85% down 4.31% meaning I lost 4.31% of body fat I think. Still it creeps me out thinking 25% of me is fat shudders
  
• VO2 Max: 31.51 up 12.99 meaning my heart and lungs are getting along better. I'm now on the chart around the 25 percentile - needs more work
• Push Ups: Couldn't do them due to shoulder injury
• Curl Ups: 9 up one - GROAN - Bubbles says it has to do with spine flexibility something she's gonna work on with me
• Flexibility: 3 up 3 from ZERO so, you know, it's a start but I'm still not on the chart, oh here it is - CORPSE
  
• Waist to hip ratio: 0.930233 down 0.092239 I went from high risk to low risk on overall health stuff like diabetes.

Some progress. I'm making progress!!! I need to get my VO2 up even more, keep driving my weight down, leave the category of rigor mortise in flexibility and master those stupid curl ups LOL!

Thanks Bubbles! Keep hurting me :-)

A brief shout out to awesomeGirl who with her partner placed third in the corporate challenge euchre tournament! All that training paid off!

Zumba Girls Will Waste Your Money!

One of the things I need to do, that I hoped to do this weekend, is propose a set of dates for the Friday Potluck at our house. I'll put them over on the sidebar with voting buttons. Just a heads up on that, I haven't forgotten.

We have this corporate hunger thingy for Operation Feed, some sort of scavenger hunt. To my knowledge there are two teams. King Kojak's Team representing all that is good in the world and Zumba Girls and a Dude for Starvation representing unpleasantness and darkness.

One of my direct reports is on Zumba Girls and a Dude for Kicking Puppies along with my wife. Imagine what fun that is for me on the opposing team navigating that quagmire. On Friday (a holy day I guess since King Kojak took it off) the wicked Zumba team leader and direct report struck like a viper! She used mailing lists and stand up meetings to plead for money for her team while I had to sit in a class learning the full horror of what is Office 2000-whatever!

I mean really. Is that fair? No, since I didn't think of it.

So King Kojak needs your money if we're going to defeat Zumba Girls and a Dude for Clubbing Baby Seals because I'll betcha they're smarter than we are and this scavenger thingy is suppose to involve using one's wits! We're doomed without some serious coin, so it can be over in seconds and you can be back at your desk working your tails off or you can laugh your butts off at tireTosser, King Kojak and me trying to puzzle something out.

Pernicious Zumba Girls and a Dude for Continued Recession or King Kojak's team (if King Kojak ever decides to name it I'll pass that on, maybe King Kojak's Knights or the... uh... KKK... for short... never mind, probably not that one).

Your call.

Look, here's the depths they'll go to. After my shower and weigh in (I'm down to 211 four pounds from losing thirty - BIG GRIN) I'm using the deodorant because of that stupid court order and I know that the Zumba Girls and a Dude for Setting Fires at Myrtle Beach sabotaged the cans! As I finish with one arm pit and am moving to the next one they modified the spray nozzle causing jets of deodorant to spray into my eyes!

Yes, that's what I'm saying! The Zumba Girls and a Dude for Depleting the Ozone Layer tricked me into macing myself! How else would you explain it?

Now I can't even cry crocodile tears for your money because of the antiperspirant! They'll probably disable my chin quivering technique next.

BAH!

I hurt myself at the gym today making me feel more like an athlete than ever! I was doing Bubbles Total Body thingy and trying to treat it like that final whatever on Biggest Loser but it's Monday and Jillian wasn't screaming at me so I just decided to up some of the weights. That was fun let me tell ya. I got a little annoyed with Kingsley since he interfered with my autism by bogarting the leg press machine right when I needed it but I managed not to cry and worked around it.

Anyway I was on the Graviton 2000 and decided to drop the weight from 90 to 80 and started doing dips. Immediately my right shoulder screams out, "DEAR GOD IT'S MONDAY YOU DOLT!" in pain. I try two more, hurting it further before consulting with goodMood on the matter. He tells me to back off it and STOP. I ponder that, up the machine to 140 and do a test - um yeah - it's hurt.

I wrap up with Bubbles Get Your Whiny Butt Back To ABS routine, shower, weigh in, mace myself and am getting dressed while talking to bendItLikeBeckham about my injury. He mentions icing it after I find a Tylenol in my pocket (handy!).

As I'm heading out the locker room doors Diablo is there with two disposable ice packs! How cool is that? He gives them to me, telling me I should keep the shoulder iced as much as possible for the next 24 hours and then shows me how to be a proper dip. I mean how to do a proper dip. I was going down too far, putting too much strain on my shoulder.

Gosh I love these trainers!

In the future I think I'll warm up for dips (after healing) by setting the machine way high for some reps and give my shoulder a heads up.

Finally, as promised here's a sanitized picture of the brutal MIXX sunbathing class I mentioned on Friday.

Bubbles inspects the sunbathers for form during a vicious MIXX class

Bilba! the New Zumba

coolCousin ROCKS HARDCORE and completes her first marathon!!!

Vows (as they always do) to never do it again! Hopefully details will follow.

Bilba!

Yesterday I managed to squeeze in Zumba, alas I was a solo male swimming in a sea of estrogen. I suspect IronMan was napping and could not be disturbed.

Bubbles, who's the poster child for Zumba addiction, was running late since doing about six different Operation Feed things at once along with her regular job nearly set off a riot. The ladies were milling around with increasing impatience when feistyGirl blurts out, "Where's Bubbles?!" and calls the PBX so that they could check the security cameras and get a location. The ladies begin muttering amongst themselves, the onset of Zumba withdrawal imminent!

I recognize the symptoms and let me tell you Zumba withdrawal is a terrifying thing to behold! Being a low level line manager I decided to step in and muddy the waters. It's what I'm paid to do. I'm good at it.

Suggesting I lead the class, fiestyGirl had propped a garbage can in the door to the gym so that she could roam the hallways in search of Bubbles. I removed it, locking that little trouble maker out and dashed to the front of the class. Thinking frantically I invent Bilba! a new exercise craze, on the spot.

"Perform The Willow!" I call out. One group of women put down their chairs, clubs and rakes while another group stopped trying to set the stereo on fire. They stare at me blankly, I have their attention.

I thrust my arms in the air like I'm being held up a gun point and begin frantically wiggling my fingers before swaying left to right like a drunk cobra. Giggling, the ladies follow suit, raising their arms and wiggling their fingers releasing a flood of endorphins from their finger tips (few know this is where endorphins are stored which is why people with hooks are so cranky and turn to a life of piracy) allowing it to flow down their arms into their riot filled minds. The swaying motion increases the endorpho-pumping action.

I lead them through the Shake Your Martini Faster, Faster!, The Geek at the Prom and am running out of ideas trying Wax On, Wax Off the Forty Year Old Virgin version in desperation. Inventing exercise crazes is HARD! Someone had let feistyGirl back into the room and she definitely wasn't buying into the Bilba! mania.

Storm clouds were reforming when Bubbles burst into the room. She intuitively recognizes the near crises, heads straight for the stereo and puts on Zumba music. Removing her warm-up jacket she starts dancing, assuming her rightful leadership role. I put the TV I was about to hurl through the mirrors down (look, I'm only human!) and assume my out of whack behind the class position.

Bubbles is in full Zumba regalia, cargo pants and some sort of Zumba wife-beater T that had something Zumba-ish printed on the back that I couldn't read because she was too wiggly. I focus on her feet making sure I was out of step and off beat.

Bubbles works us hard and fast rapidly calming us down through the age old technique of exhaustion and confusion. My wife is keeping up along with others. I still Suck with a capital 'S' but you know what? This is my forth Zumba class or so...

It's still so much fun!

The karateKid is over in the corner kinda trying the moves but mostly watching. qualityGirl and I are giving him static, "No watching! Do it or get back in the lockers until Karate starts!" When I was getting dressed I overhear him saying to the other karate folk, "That course looks fun, we should try it sometime!" and some other guy saying he doesn't want to get that sweaty during business hours, or something like that.

DUDE!

Anyway, Bubbles might have another convert on her hands.

Body Fuzion

TomS sent me the following email with the latest research from his mysterious laboratories:

Bill,

You have been working out really hard now for over 100 days. I thought it might be time step up to a more advanced workout.

Since you have shown an open mind with Zumba, I think you will be open to expanding your diverse workout regimen by pushing the envelope with this routine.

You are ready. I know you can do it.

Check it out:


TomS

I had difficulty focusing, your mileage may vary.

Commute Dry Run

Today I cut the grass, watched my daughter play soccer, sent my son on some Boy Scout eighteen mile round trip death march and then decided to do a dry run of my bike commute into work. In a fit of mongoloid reasoning I also decided to see if I could use an 18 inch X 18 inch Shamwow for a towel. All in the name of exercise research. All for you, gentle reader.

I prep the bike, seeing what I could fit in the 'trunk.' I get in a pair of gym shorts, a t-shirt, socks, undies, the shamwow, and that's about it. I had a little bit of room but not a lot, I could have gotten in a wallet, iPod, that sort of stuff, so it's not crammed. I wont need the panniers until Monday and I'm trying not to think about that weight.


The ride in brings back memories. The only thing of notice was when I was going over Le Alp de Overpass there's a bad bump in the bike path that caused my rear blinky to pop off the bike. When I ride in the mornings I look like a UFO all blinking and shiny. If I ever get hit it's NOT because they didn't see me.

When I reach the gym I'm sweating, just like when I can tell I'm warm during an aerobic workout, the ride in took about sixteen minutes. My company, thankfully, has designed the grounds so that no matter what your direction you in a strong headwind, enhancing your workout. Today is very windy.

I change and head out in the gym and choose to do an additional thirty minutes on recombinant ::rolls eyes at myself:: I shoot the breeze with another dude in there learning about protein powder. When my time is up I'm sweaty and hot and ready for a shower.

The Shamwow Experiment

When you get right down to it an 18 by 18 shamwow is pretty darned small. It also smells funny.

Super.

I feel vulnerable trying to stay covered up with the silly thing. That's a lost cause. Still I'm glad the gym isn't packed though I've been known to stroll around the locker room like I own the place.

I take my shower and then dry with the Shamwow. It works! Go figure. I manage to get dry with the thing but when I try and wring it out like the dude in the commercial I get nada. So my plan of wrapping my sweating clothes in it to help them wick dry is a non starter. The shamwow was very damp.

I pack up and ride home. The metrics, even though I wasn't 'pushing it' are pretty good I think. The heart chart indicates a spiky interval with an average HR of 65-70% so the commute to and from work should provide a nice little workout in and of itself. This was my route:

It's been a great day but I'm super tired (I did a few other things I wont bore on about). Have a great weekend!

Catnip

McBeal Update: The results came back from the independent auditors and it's still a tie but who cares? allyMcBeal will always be 'Ally' (though I did kind of like wallyMcBeal) and that's that even if she's a wall flower she's a litigious wall flower by golly! Her name stays, but one day or evening she should experience the wonder that is Zumba!

Mulch Update: The Mulch Fairy came and it's been distributed throughout the yard. Our suspicions were correct however and we came up significantly short so now we're enjoying a two toned look in the yard. It's really quite eye catching in an eclectic sort of way.

Yesterday was take your kid(s) to work day and my company was filled with the little monsters wonders. My company actually did it right showing them all sorts of things that we do with various classes targeted to age group. Around 1:30pm I grabbed my two children and headed over to the gym. My son is an avid reader of my blog and wanted to see the various machines I suffer on first hand.

As we approach we see various colored stability balls arrayed in front of the gym like so many balloons along with Bubbles and a crew enduring her MIXX class. My daughter picks up her step suspecting a party.

The MIXX crew is comprised of a lot of the FunRun! folk and I point out various people so that my kids can put faces to names, "That's wickedWoman, JRock, princessLongLegs, coolChick and Bubbles." There were others but they don't have names yet.

"What are they doing father?" asks my innocent daughter.

"Sunbathing, I should say vigorous sunbathing combined with strenuous gabbing while lying on one's back enjoying a beautiful spring day. It's an advanced course..." I trail off lamely.

"Oh."

I took a picture of this 'workout' because I know you wont believe how arduous it really is. Once I make sure no one can be identified I'll post it to this entry.

We head into the gym. My kids were most interested in seeing the hellish StairMaster and my son wanted confirmation that some machine was actually named the Gravitron 2000. Both kids enjoyed the visit and really enjoyed meeting both Diablo and Bubbles who they have heard so much about.

Thanks for taking the time Diablo and Bubbles!

I did the total body workout today followed by Bubbles ABS Routine for Sissies Who Can't Handle the Real ABS Class but don't really have much to report on that. I'm jacking the weight up on some of the exercises but all in all managing. I DID forget to do the Lying on Stomach Alternating Supermans (2X10 hold each rep for 2-3 counts) and the Plank On Elbows and Knees (2X30 seconds) and will make them up later in my office today. I wonder if I'll draw a crowd?

I blame IronMan of course. He's showing either further decline in sanity because of the Biggest Loser no longer showing anything interesting or he's been in the catnip. He worked himself into, ironically, an exhausted frenzy. I kept racing through my ABS and then running out into the room to see what the maniac was doing next based on goodMood's color commentary from the elliptical.

"Don't try that at home kids!"

IronMan first did the medicine ball on the floor and hop up on the bench thing.

It was NOT ENOUGH!

He did two sets of six push ups on two stability balls with his feet on a bench.

He must have MORE!

He grabs another stability ball, rolls out on it like you do a plank, does a push up, rolls back over the ball pushing madly backwards with his hands, pushes himself out and repeats until exhausted.

Gasping for breath he says, "Now that gets your heart rate up!"

That seemed to do the trick although he was trying some ABS thing that awesomeGirl was showing him from her latest routine.

I ask awesomeGirl about her latest routine and she reports that she only did part of it yesterday and her triceps are sore. I reply without compassion, "There will be no whining! You asked for this."

She grins ear to ear (she's one happy gal), "Oh I know! All this training will culminate in tomorrow's corporate challenge! Me and my partner won it two years ago!"

"What event?"

"Euchre."

King Kojak's Team

I'm running out of steam, the last few days have been hectic and it's becoming increasingly hard to keep up appearances.

Others are showing signs of stress, today awesomeGirl had Bubbles 'bring it' for a routine since her current routine wasn't painful enough. I'm flailing on the recombinant next to marathonMan who's turning the pedals r e a l s l o w because he jacked the machine up so high, but I'm not saying anything to him since he bit my head off earlier. I was trying to tell him that he needed to turn the pedals to activate the machine and he glared at me, Mr. Helpful, muttering something about having to get the straps just right on his pedals or something. marathonMan isn't a morning person.

I've decided, based on awesomeGirl's behavior, to read the label on the olive oil bottle real close. I bet there's some tiny, legalistic text that says:

Consult your physician before consuming olive oil. Irreversible side effects may include mild insanity, getting in your trainers face and severe sadomasochism along with the inability to hold a barbell due to excessive oil in the sweat syndrome...

It would explain a lot. So I'm watching marathonMan grinding it out on the bike, Bubbles doing some unimaginable thing with holding a leg out parallel to the floor and two dumbbells while awesomeGirl tries to hide her horror because she's next and goodMood and IronMan trying to kill each other with bench presses for their morning warm up.

Morning TV has got NOTHING on this!

I'm banging out forty-five minutes on the recombinant doing intervals but nowhere near the intensity of last week. Sadly I've managed to confuse myself, again, so I need time to think. About what? I DON'T KNOW - it's just beyond my grasp buzzing about like some annoying fly.

I'm off the bike and ask awesomeGirl if the new routine is meeting her expectations. She says it's going to kick her butt tomorrow with a happy smile.

Addicts, they're nothing but trouble. I'll have to keep an eye on her and possibly set up another intervention. I'm so glad I get up at 4:30am and try and bang through a 45min cardio so that I can have thirty or so minutes to lift my 'twaining' weights with IronMan and goodMood. At least I don't have a problem!

My liege lord had entered the gym and mounted his trusty upright bike without me even noticing! Attempting to avoid another beating from the benevolent one I kneel before mighty King Kojak Ruler of All That is Scavaged and report, "My lord no one in this gym feels they are worthy enough to join thy team! Or they just don't wanna."

He merely glares at me making some shooing motion, this is not his problem it's MY problem. He's fully dove into this team leader thing!

I hatch a plot with Bubbles promising her that King Kojak will pay her FIFTY Kojak Dollars if she doesn't end ABS class until someone volunteers to bask in the mercilessness that IS Kojak.

I just heard tireTosser cracked.

I guess we have to do this now - glares at tireTosser :-)