Growing up, I wasn’t a fan of sit-ups or running, but I loved push-ups. My favorites were the orange Flintstones ones the Schwan man sold.
— James Breakwell, Exploding Unicorn (@XplodingUnicorn) October 18, 2013
There’s nothing like finding a screw on the floor to make me wonder for the rest of the day about what’s going to fall apart and kill me.
— James Breakwell, Exploding Unicorn (@XplodingUnicorn) October 18, 2013
I may seem like an asshole on the outside, but on the inside I’m also an asshole. I don’t believe in false advertising.
— James Breakwell, Exploding Unicorn (@XplodingUnicorn) October 18, 2013
Everyone who does CrossFit says it’s not a cult. That makes me think it’s probably a cult, but with suicide by pull-ups instead of Kool-Aid.
— James Breakwell, Exploding Unicorn (@XplodingUnicorn) October 18, 2013
You can make “good luck” mean “go fuck yourself,” but you can’t make “go fuck yourself” mean “good luck.” English is a strange language.
— James Breakwell, Exploding Unicorn (@XplodingUnicorn) October 18, 2013