Redirecting to The No Rep Society…
Four lines. One very honest cooldown.
burpees, burplees, beurpleese, beer please: four lines in worn typewriter letters, and with every line the word melts a little further, just like your form in the last round. By the final rep there is only one thing left to say, and everyone at the whiteboard was already thinking it. Printed big on the back, so the people behind you can follow the whole collapse.
Printed on a premium ringspun tee. True to size, built for the floor, freshly printed in the USA.
Take the Joke. Leave the Ego.