Gone In 60 Seconds Bring Sally Up

Okay, picture this: you're at a party, maybe slightly too much pizza has been consumed, and someone shouts, "Let's do Bring Sally Up!"

A collective groan ripples through the room. A mixture of dread and nervous excitement fills the air.

You know what's coming. Oh yes, you know.

The Ancient Ritual Begins

Someone pulls up "Flower" by Moby on their phone – because it *has* to be "Flower." It’s basically law. The music starts, that iconic "Bring Sally up, bring Sally down" mantra begins.

We all get into push-up position, ready for our impending doom.

Simple, right? Wrong! This is where the fun (and utter agony) begins.

The Rules of the Game (Are Made to Be Broken)

Every time you hear "Bring Sally up," you push up. Every time you hear "Bring Sally down," you hold yourself in the down position.

Sounds easy enough, but after, like, three repetitions, your muscles are screaming louder than a heavy metal concert.

It's like your body is staging a full-blown rebellion, demanding immediate snacks and a very long nap.

The Fun (and the Pain)

The first few rounds are deceptively simple. You're feeling good, maybe even a little smug. "This is easy!" you think.

Then, round five hits. Your arms start to tremble. Sweat drips onto the floor, forming a mini-lake of desperation.

You try to keep going, but each "Bring Sally down" feels like an eternity. Your nose is practically touching the floor.

The Internal Monologue

The voice inside your head goes something like this: "Just one more... no wait, maybe I can cheat a little... nobody will notice... oh god, I'm going to collapse."

You might even consider faking an injury. A sudden cramp? A mysterious wrist ailment?

Anything to escape the unrelenting rhythm of Moby and the burning sensation in your biceps.

Embrace the Chaos (and the Floor)

Inevitably, people start to drop like flies. One by one, they crumble to the floor, defeated by the relentless demands of Bring Sally Up.

But even in defeat, there's a sense of camaraderie. You’re not alone in your suffering. Misery loves company, after all.

You cheer on the few remaining warriors, those mythical beings who seem immune to fatigue and gravity.

The Aftermath

When the song finally ends, you collapse into a heap of sweaty, exhausted glory.

Your muscles are screaming, your lungs are burning, and you feel a strange sense of accomplishment. You survived Bring Sally Up!

And you know, deep down, you'll probably do it again next time. Because that's just how it is.

More Than Just Push-Ups

The beauty of Bring Sally Up is that it's adaptable. Squats, lunges, planks - any exercise can be "Sally-fied."

Just swap out the push-ups and prepare for a whole new level of pain and amusement.

So, next time someone suggests a round of Bring Sally Up, don't run away! Embrace the challenge.

The Verdict

It's a bizarre, wonderful, and slightly masochistic way to exercise. It is also a great way to bond with friends (or enemies).

Just remember to stretch afterward... and maybe order an extra-large pizza. You've earned it!

After all, you endured the torture of Gone in 60 Seconds Bring Sally Up and lived to tell the tale.