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Saturday Night’s Alright For Commenting: 11/10/18

Take off your pants and jacket. It’s S.N.O.T. time.

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When I’m not leaving town and running around I like to stay in on Friday nights. Staying up late all week and kind of working two jobs catches up on me. I want to sleep 12 hours. Savor the rest of the weekend. Friday is my day to replenish and rejuvenate. After waking up at 6:30 a.m. I want to be in bed by 11 p.m. with nothing to do.

So, I leave work, head to the store and get a dinner of the following: nuts, cheese, kombucha, and a BANG preworkout. I feed the dog. Give her a walk. Sprawl out upon the leftisde of the couch. Eat a half pound of nuts, a sample of cheese, get burned by probiotic drink, and put on The Sopranos. I’ll watch until I fall sleep. Taking a nap filled with crazy dreams. While strippers are beaten to death, Tony eats cake off his chest, and ethnic slurs are said, I’m napping away. It’s 6:30. I drink the caffeinated BCA hell punch. Push stuff with my legs. Walk up the stair climber. Write SIX things. Go back to sleep.

After doing this for about three months now, it’s become my favorite part of the week. Surpassing Sunday Night condensed versions, Texans’ game days, Monday Night basketball, Wednesday beet juice fueled runs, and Thursday podcasts.

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