THE RATS
They're gym rats. My Tribe.
Bourbon B - our foul-mouthed, liquor-sopped pessimist, with an insatiable appetite for rough sex, and who is additionally blessed with the truest of hearts.
Herb - our adorable, trusting, naive, silly and steadfast Rat - a combination of Potsie Weber and Lassie.
The Virgin - our impish, quietly observant and non-judgmental beacon. She is inspiring like no other and takes pleasure in prodding our bad behavior; however, she would never participate.
Princess - our sensible majestic elder. She flawlessly juggles career, husband, children, grandchildren, injury and time with her Rats.
The Poet - our constant contradiction with a heart larger than her chosen last name. One moment she is consumed by the loss of a couch and the next she is traveling across counties to sit by the side of a struggling Rat.
Giggles - our breezy, high-spirited idealist, who unwittingly reminds us of who we should be. Our modern-day June Cleaver.
Shaggy - gets her name from unwittingly exposing her unkempt vagina to her fellow Rats during a routine workout. She has since purchased clothing that fits; however, still has not made time to perform any maintenance on her lady parts.
