PDU-767

Wells had a theory.

A real athlete did not specialize too early.

A real athlete developed range.

A real athlete learned how to handle every kind of ball placed in front of him.

That was why, when the theme turned blue, Wells decided one sport was not enough. Baseball first: tight blue gear, bat over one shoulder, smirk already loaded like he was waiting for the perfect pitch. Then soccer: blue kit stretched over muscle, one foot planted on the ball, hips angled just enough to make the entire field lose focus. Football came next, all pads, pressure, and that dangerous look that said he knew exactly how to receive, carry, and protect possession. By rugby, shirt tight, thighs flexed, ball tucked firm against his side, it became obvious Wells was not demonstrating versatility.

He was showing off.

And unfortunately, he was very good at it.

Baseball taught him timing. Soccer taught him footwork. Football taught him impact. Rugby taught him stamina, grip, and how to keep driving forward even when several men were trying to take him down.

Wells claimed it was “cross-training.”

Nobody believed him.

Coach stood with arms folded, whistle still, eyes narrowed in professional silence. The Golden Bros watched like they were reviewing athletic technique and absolutely nothing else. The drones recorded posture, performance, ball control, and repeated visual evidence of Wells making every blue uniform look personally dangerous.

By the end, Wells had handled balls with his hands, feet, chest, thighs, and full-body commitment.

He had dribbled, kicked, caught, carried, passed, protected, and posed.

Then he looked over at Coach, grinned, and gave the rugby ball one final slow spin in his hands.

“See?” Wells said. “I can handle all kinds.”

Coach did not answer.

The bros did not blink.

The drones reported several system delays.

And Wells, standing there in blue, smug and shining under the lights, had somehow managed to leave Coach, the Golden Bros, and half the Polo Drone Hive with the worst case of blue balls in Golden Army history.

The Spanish sun was already high over the Mediterranean coast when eight PDU-Drones arrived at one of Spain’s famous outdoor roller rinks. Even before breakfast, the temperature had risen above 30°C, and the weather forecast warned it would reach almost 38°C during the afternoon. The heat blazed on the slick surface as local skaters, cyclists, runners and curious spectators slowly gathered around the rink. Spain was famous for its passion for sports. Cycling, football, athletics and skating were part of everyday life, and today’s visitors from the Golden Army had been invited to take part in a friendly endurance race between four PDU-Drone teams. The event wasn’t about winning trophies. It was about teamwork. Learning. Respect. And to enjoy another day of sports together. One by one, the drones emerged from their transport vehicle wearing matching black latex racing suits. Their shiny suits reflected the bright Spanish sunshine, while lightweight helmets, gloves, and racing skates completed their professional appearance.

Many local spectators immediately reached for their cameras. Several children pointed enthusiastically. “They look amazing!” “They all match!” “Look how shiny those suits are!” PDU-090 smiled from under his helmet and waved politely before gathering everyone together. “Today’s mission is simple,” he said. “We skate hard.” “We skate safely.” “We respect Spain.” “And above all…” “…we finish together.” Every drone responded with a confident nod. The race organizer welcomed everyone to the track before introducing the competing teams. Team One PDU-090 PDU-034 Known throughout the Golden Army for calm leadership, tactical thinking, and endurance. Team Two PDU-073 PDU-070 Experts in maintaining rhythm and conserving energy over long distances. Team Three PDU-767 PDU-177 The youngest pair. Fearless. Energetic. Always ready for another lap. Team Four PDU-039 PDU-055 Perhaps the most technically gifted skaters. Perfect balance. Smooth turns. Excellent communication. The Spanish announcer smiled.

“Please remember that this is a friendly challenge. Sportsmanship comes before results.” Everyone applauded. The judges carefully inspected each pair of skates. Helmet straps. Wheel bearings. Brake systems. Fluid supplies. Medical personnel remained on standby due to the intense afternoon heat. Everything passed inspection. The starting whistle echoed across the track. Eight pairs of wheels rolled forward almost silently. No one sprinted. No one rushed. Each team found a steady rhythm. The first few laps were almost hypnotic. PDU-090 and PDU-034 traded the lead every half lap. The lifter in front absorbed the wind while his partner rode close behind before changing positions. The same pattern played out across the track. Each team trusted each other completely. Local skating coaches kept a close eye on them. “They hardly miss a move.” “Their timing is perfect.” “They skate like one machine.”

Round after round, the drones glided through the sweeping Spanish turns. Palm trees lined one side of the rink. On the other side, spectators clapped in rhythm as the teams passed. Children shouted encouragement. Tourists filmed videos. Several local photographers focused on the shiny black latex suits that flashed through each turn. The heat gradually became the day’s greatest adversary. Sweat formed under helmets. The hot asphalt radiated even more heat upward. The judges showed the temperature on the rink. 49 degrees Celsius. Even the experienced Spanish athletes nodded respectfully. Every twenty minutes, the race took a short break for mandatory hydration. No one argued. Safety always came first. Cold water. Electrolytes. Fresh fruit. Cooling towels. PDU-070 poured cold water over his neck. “Spain sure knows how to make training interesting.” Everyone laughed. PDU-177 looked up at the clear blue sky. “I think the sun is racing us.” PDU-767 smiled. “Then we better not let it win.” The whistle blew once more. The race continued.

This time the pace increased noticeably. PDU-767 surprised everyone by accelerating through the long side. PDU-177 followed perfectly. Their synchronized movements received loud applause from the crowd. The younger team had clearly conserved their energy. Behind them, Team Four reacted instantly. PDU-039 gracefully leaned into each turn, while PDU-055 mirrored each move just inches away. It looked almost choreographed. The photographers loved every second. Meanwhile, PDU-073 and PDU-070 continued exactly as expected. Calm now. Disciplined. Consistent. Neither of them looked spectacular. Still, they slowly closed each gap. PDU-090 was monitoring everything carefully. There was no need to attack yet. Patience had won many races before.

All four teams crossed the finish line at exactly the same time. No first place. No second place. No last place. Only eight teammates complete a mission together. The applause lasted for several minutes. Many local spectators admitted that they had never seen a sporting event end like this. An elderly Spanish coach took off his box.

“Today,” he said quietly, “they all showed what teamwork really means.” After removing their helmets, the drones gathered under a large, shaded pavilion where volunteers had prepared cold water, fruit, sandwiches, and traditional Spanish food. The conversations quickly began. Local skaters exchanged training tips. The children asked questions about endurance skating. The parents thanked the drones for showing such positive sportsmanship. Pictures were taken. Handshakes were exchanged. New friendships were made. As the evening sun slowly disappeared into the Mediterranean, the temperature finally began to drop. Golden light reflected off the empty rink. PDU-090 opened the digital mission log for the final report. “Spain roller skating mission complete.” “Extreme heat respected.”

“Safety procedures followed throughout the event.” “Hydration maintained.” “Excellent teamwork demonstrated.” “Spanish volunteers thanked.” “Local skating community appreciated.” “Four PDU teams completed the day’s challenge together.” He glanced again across the quiet road before adding his final message. "Speed ​​can impress people for a moment. Teamwork inspires people for much longer. Every training session builds confidence. Every challenge builds experience. And every finish line reminds us that respect, discipline, friendship and teamwork will always go further than victory alone. " Interested in learning more about the Golden Army, training with PDU Drones or taking on a friendly challenge? For information about the Golden Army, contact: @lton-gold#77 @Polo-drone-125 #GoldenArmy #PDUDrones #Hive #Spain #Rollerskating #Latextraining #Teamwork #Sportsspirit #Endurance #BlackLatex #Discipline #Respect #Friendship #Challenge #OutdoorSports #GoldenBrothers #Community #Training #SksionFullRun #led

The Spanish sun was already high over the Mediterranean coast when eight PDU-Drones arrived at one of Spain’s famous outdoor roller rinks. Even before breakfast, the temperature had risen above 30°C, and the weather forecast warned it would reach almost 38°C during the afternoon. The heat blazed on the slick surface as local skaters, cyclists, runners and curious spectators slowly gathered around the rink. Spain was famous for its passion for sports. Cycling, football, athletics and skating were part of everyday life, and today’s visitors from the Golden Army had been invited to take part in a friendly endurance race between four PDU-Drone teams. The event wasn’t about winning trophies. It was about teamwork. Learning. Respect. And to enjoy another day of sports together. One by one, the drones emerged from their transport vehicle wearing matching black latex racing suits. Their shiny suits reflected the bright Spanish sunshine, while lightweight helmets, gloves, and racing skates completed their professional appearance.

Many local spectators immediately reached for their cameras. Several children pointed enthusiastically. “They look amazing!” “They all match!” “Look how shiny those suits are!” PDU-090 smiled from under his helmet and waved politely before gathering everyone together. “Today’s mission is simple,” he said. “We skate hard.” “We skate safely.” “We respect Spain.” “And above all…” “…we finish together.” Every drone responded with a confident nod. The race organizer welcomed everyone to the track before introducing the competing teams. Team One PDU-090 PDU-034 Known throughout the Golden Army for calm leadership, tactical thinking, and endurance. Team Two PDU-073 PDU-070 Experts in maintaining rhythm and conserving energy over long distances. Team Three PDU-767 PDU-177 The youngest pair. Fearless. Energetic. Always ready for another lap. Team Four PDU-039 PDU-055 Perhaps the most technically gifted skaters. Perfect balance. Smooth turns. Excellent communication. The Spanish announcer smiled.

“Please remember that this is a friendly challenge. Sportsmanship comes before results.” Everyone applauded. The judges carefully inspected each pair of skates. Helmet straps. Wheel bearings. Brake systems. Fluid supplies. Medical personnel remained on standby due to the intense afternoon heat. Everything passed inspection. The starting whistle echoed across the track. Eight pairs of wheels rolled forward almost silently. No one sprinted. No one rushed. Each team found a steady rhythm. The first few laps were almost hypnotic. PDU-090 and PDU-034 traded the lead every half lap. The lifter in front absorbed the wind while his partner rode close behind before changing positions. The same pattern played out across the track. Each team trusted each other completely. Local skating coaches kept a close eye on them. “They hardly miss a move.” “Their timing is perfect.” “They skate like one machine.”

Round after round, the drones glided through the sweeping Spanish turns. Palm trees lined one side of the rink. On the other side, spectators clapped in rhythm as the teams passed. Children shouted encouragement. Tourists filmed videos. Several local photographers focused on the shiny black latex suits that flashed through each turn. The heat gradually became the day’s greatest adversary. Sweat formed under helmets. The hot asphalt radiated even more heat upward. The judges showed the temperature on the rink. 49 degrees Celsius. Even the experienced Spanish athletes nodded respectfully. Every twenty minutes, the race took a short break for mandatory hydration. No one argued. Safety always came first. Cold water. Electrolytes. Fresh fruit. Cooling towels. PDU-070 poured cold water over his neck. “Spain sure knows how to make training interesting.” Everyone laughed. PDU-177 looked up at the clear blue sky. “I think the sun is racing us.” PDU-767 smiled. “Then we better not let it win.” The whistle blew once more. The race continued.

This time the pace increased noticeably. PDU-767 surprised everyone by accelerating through the long side. PDU-177 followed perfectly. Their synchronized movements received loud applause from the crowd. The younger team had clearly conserved their energy. Behind them, Team Four reacted instantly. PDU-039 gracefully leaned into each turn, while PDU-055 mirrored each move just inches away. It looked almost choreographed. The photographers loved every second. Meanwhile, PDU-073 and PDU-070 continued exactly as expected. Calm now. Disciplined. Consistent. Neither of them looked spectacular. Still, they slowly closed each gap. PDU-090 was monitoring everything carefully. There was no need to attack yet. Patience had won many races before.

All four teams crossed the finish line at exactly the same time. No first place. No second place. No last place. Only eight teammates complete a mission together. The applause lasted for several minutes. Many local spectators admitted that they had never seen a sporting event end like this. An elderly Spanish coach took off his box.

“Today,” he said quietly, “they all showed what teamwork really means.” After removing their helmets, the drones gathered under a large, shaded pavilion where volunteers had prepared cold water, fruit, sandwiches, and traditional Spanish food. The conversations quickly began. Local skaters exchanged training tips. The children asked questions about endurance skating. The parents thanked the drones for showing such positive sportsmanship. Pictures were taken. Handshakes were exchanged. New friendships were made. As the evening sun slowly disappeared into the Mediterranean, the temperature finally began to drop. Golden light reflected off the empty rink. PDU-090 opened the digital mission log for the final report. “Spain roller skating mission complete.” “Extreme heat respected.”

“Safety procedures followed throughout the event.” “Hydration maintained.” “Excellent teamwork demonstrated.” “Spanish volunteers thanked.” “Local skating community appreciated.” “Four PDU teams completed the day’s challenge together.” He glanced again across the quiet road before adding his final message. "Speed ​​can impress people for a moment. Teamwork inspires people for much longer. Every training session builds confidence. Every challenge builds experience. And every finish line reminds us that respect, discipline, friendship and teamwork will always go further than victory alone. " Interested in learning more about the Golden Army, training with PDU Drones or taking on a friendly challenge? For information about the Golden Army, contact: @lton-gold#77 @Polo-drone-125 #GoldenArmy #PDUDrones #Hive #Spain #Rollerskating #Latextraining #Teamwork #Sportsspirit #Endurance #BlackLatex #Discipline #Respect #Friendship #Challenge #OutdoorSports #GoldenBrothers #Community #Training #SksionFullRun #led

Yo Shawn, boy, you orange as hell right now 😂

Me?! Nah man, look at YOU glowin’ like a pumpkin on steroids!

We went in for that deep golden tan… came out lookin’ like The Orange Disaster twins. Still crackin’ up tho — at least we matchin’.

Who else pullin’ up to leg day lookin’ like this?

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Water Polo Challenge – Precision Below the Surface. The morning sun reflected on the calm outdoor water polo arena as athletes, officials and spectators slowly arrived. The pool sparkled under a clear summer sky, while banners representing both Europe and the United States fluttered gently in the breeze. Today’s event was not just about scoring goals. It was another Golden Army training mission built around teamwork, discipline, communication and respect. The match had been requested by PDU-767 and PDU-090, who wanted to introduce another sport to the growing collection of Golden Army adventures.

Both teams had been training for weeks. Water polo is one of the toughest team sports in the world. There is no standing room. Every move requires constant swimming. Every decision must be made within seconds. Each teammate is dependent on the others.

Team Blue PDU-767 PDU-166 PDU-075 Wells #58 Grant #43 TPDU-016 PDU-084 PDU-026 PDU-055

Team Gold PDU-090 PDU-034 PDU-038 PDU-039 PDU-070 PDU-071 PDU-073 PDU-054 Jordan #40 Darryl-Gold #62

Captain Brody #011 Standing at the edge of the pool wearing his referee uniform was PDU-125. The responsibility of the day belonged solely to him. Every whistle. Every foul. Every restart. Every decision. Both teams respected his authority. Before entering the water, both teams shook hands. There were no enemies here. Just teammates competing to become better athletes. PDU-090 gathered everyone. "Today we compete." "We learn." "We respect the referees." "And when the final whistle blows..." "...we walk away as one Golden Army." Everyone nodded. The opening sprint exploded into action. The ball hit the surface. Water sprayed high into the air. Both teams ran toward the center.

PDU-767 made it first by just a fraction of a second. The passes immediately began. Short. Fast. Precise. Grant #43 created space on the right side while Wells #58 raced toward the goal. PDU-034 anticipated the pass perfectly. Interception. The first defensive play belonged to Team Gold. Captain Brody #011 quickly organized the counterattack. Jordan #40 sprinted through the middle. PDU-039 delivered a perfect pass. Jordan rose from the water and fired the ball. The goalkeeper blocked it brilliantly. Applause echoed around the pool. Everyone quickly remembered an important lesson. Water polo never stops. There is no time to rest. While one team is attacking... ...the other is already swimming back.

PDU-166 directed the next attack. TPDU-016 screened the defender. PDU-026 slipped free near the post. A quick pass. A quick shot. Goal. Team Blue celebrated together. No one celebrated alone. PDU-090 smiled. "Reset." "Plenty of time." The game continued at an incredible pace. PDU-070 and PDU-071 worked together defensively. Every passing lane became smaller. Every forward had to work harder. Meanwhile, PDU-054 quietly supported every transition, often doing the unnoticed work that wins difficult games. Halfway through the first period, Darryl-Gold #62 stole the ball with unparalleled anticipation. Without hesitation, he passed to Captain Brody #011. Brody immediately found Jordan #40. Jordan returned the ball inside. PDU-038 finished the attack. Goal. 1-1.

The crowd applauded both teams. Excellent teamwork deserved recognition regardless of which team scored. PDU-125 signaled the restart. The referee remained calm throughout the game. Every decision was explained clearly. The players accepted every call. Respect for the referees is part of good sportsmanship. The second period got even faster. Grant #43 demonstrated remarkable swimming speed. Wells #58 constantly encouraged younger teammates. PDU-084 made several important defensive blocks. PDU-055 recovered loose balls that many thought were impossible to reach. Every player contributed.

At halftime, both teams climbed out of the water. Fresh towels. Water bottles. Fruit. Energy bars. The coaches barely mentioned tactics. Instead, they reminded everyone why they were here. Improving together. Supporting each other. Respect your opponents. Enjoy the game. The third period produced some of the finest water polo of the afternoon.

PDU-767 orchestrated attacks with excellent vision. PDU-039 responded with equally intelligent passes. PDU-166 forced a superb save. Moments later, PDU-070 blocked another powerful attempt. The game remained perfectly balanced.

Late in the quarter, TPDU-016 intercepted a risky pass. Within seconds, Team Blue launched another counterattack. Grant #43 accelerated. Wells #58 took over two defenders. PDU-075 received the final pass. Goal. Blue regained the lead.

Captain Brody #011 immediately secured Team Gold. "Don't panic." "Trust each other." "We've been training for this." The final period began. All the players were tired. Shoulders were burning. Legs were aching beneath the surface. The fatigue was getting heavier. Still, no one stopped swimming. It's water polo. Strength. Technique. Determination. Confidence.

PDU-090 organized one last attack. PDU-034 moved past. PDU-039 called for the ball. Jordan #40 created space by pulling two defenders away. Darryl-Gold #62 slipped quietly into open water. Perfect pass. Perfect timing. Powerful shot. Goal. The scoreboard showed another tie. Neither team was willing to give up. The final minutes became an example of discipline rather than desperation. Excellent defense. Outstanding goalkeeping. Clean passing. Mutual respect. Every whistle from PDU-125 was accepted immediately. It mattered as much as the result itself.

The final horn echoed across the arena. The game ended in a draw. No one complained. No one argued. No one focused on individual statistics. Instead, each athlete rose from the pool and immediately congratulated the opposing team. Handshakes turned into conversations. Conversations turned into laughter. Everyone gathered for a group photo by the pool. The crowd applauded each player. Because today, everyone had won. Later that evening, the Golden Army had dinner together on the waterfront.

Stories from past adventures were exchanged. Soccer. Cycling. Rugby. Mountaineering. Search and rescue. Community events. Each mission had taught something new. PDU-767 smiled. “I’m glad we chose water polo.” PDU-090 nodded. “Every sport teaches something different.” “Today’s lesson was trust.” Captain Brody #011 looked around the table. "No one stays above water alone."

"The strongest teams keep each other above water." Everyone quietly agreed. Before leaving, PDU-090 filled out the daily mission report. Mission Report • The water polo challenge was successfully completed. • Fair play was demonstrated throughout the game. • Referee PDU-125 officiated the game with professionalism. • Teamwork strengthened. • New skills developed. • Each participant respected opponents, officials, and spectators. • Golden Army sports mission successfully completed. A final message was added before the report was closed. "Every sport builds stronger people. Every challenge builds stronger teams. Every teammate makes the journey worthwhile."

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After days of chasing clues, exploring museums, and watching mysterious lights in the night sky, Brock finally had an answer to one question.

The greatest adventure wasn't solving mysteries.

It was sharing them.

The Golden Bros spent the Fourth of July in a lively town square decorated with red, white, and blue banners. The smell of grilled hot dogs drifted through the air while families played games, musicians performed, and children laughed nearby.

"Think we'll find another clue today?" Richard asked with a grin.

Brock laughed as he handed him a hot dog.

"Maybe."

"But if we don't..."

"...I'd say today is already a pretty great adventure."

The Bros found a grassy spot overlooking the river as the sun began to set.

As darkness fell, the first firework burst overhead, painting the sky with brilliant colors. Soon the entire skyline shimmered with dazzling reds, blues, golds, and silvers.

Everyone watched in quiet amazement.

For a few minutes, there were no mysteries to solve.

No clues to follow.

No missing treasures.

Just friends enjoying a perfect summer evening together.

Brock smiled.

Sometimes the best memories don't need solving.

They simply need to be shared.

Every journey deserves a moment to celebrate. If you're looking for friendship, adventure, and teammates to share unforgettable memories with, we'd love to welcome you.

Maybe that was the Canadian in him. Red like the maple leaf. Red like Team Canada jerseys. Red like summer flags, hockey nights, and every stubborn little piece of pride that came from being raised north of the border and knowing exactly where home was. In his form-fitting red spandex sports gear, muscles tight and defined, fraternity paddle in hand, Wells looked like patriotism had been rebuilt in the gym and told to pose for the camera.

There was something almost unfair about it: the clean-cut confidence, the athletic swagger, the broad chest, the easy smirk that said he knew exactly what he was doing. Wells wore red the way some men wore a warning label. Bright. Bold. Impossible to ignore. Canadian to the core, but still very much the kind of bro who could turn a paddle into a prop, a challenge, or a promise depending on who was looking.

And if Coach happened to take that paddle for one of his after-hours drills later? Well. Let’s just say Wells already knew red would still be the theme by the time Coach was finished with him, on his gear, in his face, and maybe just a little on his backside too.

Rainbow week in full effect — me and my boys turnin’ the bedroom crimson. PDU-767 in the middle gettin’ that double jock pressure… heat risin’ fast, boys. Feel the energy.

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The morning sky glowed in deep crimson hues as the first rays of sunlight reached the Golden Army training ground. It was July 6, a day dedicated to the color red – symbolizing courage, determination, friendship and the energy to keep moving forward together. The members gathered early, wearing red accents somewhere in their gear. Some carried crimson water bottles, others wore red gloves, while a few adorned their backpacks with small red ribbons. No competition was planned. Instead, the day focused on encouraging each other through teamwork and shared experiences.

PDU-090 arrived with a smile and looked across the training ground, where friends were already preparing obstacle courses, bike routes, fitness stations and photo ops. Each activity reminded everyone that strength comes in many forms. Some enjoyed sports, others preferred to explore nature, document adventures, or simply spend time with friends. “The color red is not just about power,” said PDU-090. “It also reminds us of passion, loyalty, and standing by each other.” The group split into smaller teams. One team headed to a forest trail, another practiced cycling skills, while others organized a community cleanup before eating lunch together. Laughter echoed across the area as new friendships were formed naturally through conversation and collaboration.

Throughout the day, cameras captured memorable moments. Bright crimson flowers, colorful sunsets, bikes along forest trails, and smiling faces became reminders that even ordinary days can become meaningful adventures when shared. As evening approached, everyone gathered around a picnic table. Stories from past journeys were exchanged—mountain hikes, coastal expeditions, urban discoveries, festivals, museums, and countless little moments that had strengthened friendships over time. PDU-090 opened the digital mission log. “July Challenge Completed.” “Red Represents Courage.” “Friendship Strengthened.” “New Experiences Shared.” “Nature Respected.” “Community Supported.” “Teamwork Demonstrated.” The final entry appeared on the screen: “Every journey begins with curiosity. Every friendship begins with a conversation. And every adventure is made brighter when people support each other with respect, kindness, and an open mind.”

You fuckin’ need this, bro.

That thick, musky gym smell hitting your lungs. The savage burn ripping through your muscles. Sweat pouring down your pumped-up body like you’re melting steel. All eyes on you — the jealous stares, the hungry ones, hands grabbing and squeezing your swollen, rock-hard arms and chest while you’re still flexed and throbbing.

That deep, dirty satisfaction after a brutal set… when your cock leaks in your shorts like a good pump boy.

The Gym is your Temple. The Iron is your God. And you’re his filthy, devoted muscle servant.

Pump. Flex. Worship. Repeat.

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Obey the pump. Obey the flex. Obey the burn. Good boys obey.

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You ready to serve to the iron?

Coach really got us good!

He told us there’s some invisible dude on the training floor who can’t keep his hands to himself. So me, Wells and Trey out here on full serious mode — hands up, scanning the whole gym like we on patrol!

Meanwhile Coach is probably dying laughing in the corner watching us flex and salute the air like absolute clowns.

Well, jocks being jocks man…

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Then hit up our recruiters: @alton-gold77, @polo-drone-125