Cracker Ninja

Pepe getting into the Zone, before pulling yet another cracker. 
He and Finn were the only two with sufficient physical strength to do so. 

A day of painful bones, sore head, sick stomach, killing throat, hurting lungs. And food. Cooked, not eaten. And drinks. Poured, not drunk. 

Off to bed at 9 PM for a mother of all sweatathon. 
Oozed toxins all night by the bucketful. 

Christmas 2016 will be a handy one in the poxy Christmas benchmarking exercise.