One of my friends (he's a guy, I really don't like him, but our moms get along... -_-) made the mistake of calling me weak the other day.
We were in the barn.
I wheeled around, hoisted up a feed bag, and flung it at him.
Sadly, it didn't pin him, but he fell against the wall.
Well, then, this gives me a chance to repost its insane awesomeness.
Nu uh.
You're still tied.
Actually, no, he's pulling ahead.
What's with the freaky ad at the bottom?
*wants to correct poor Emily's grammar so bad it's intolerable*
Last time I checked, Garret's sis didn't have a BYC account.
That's awesome!
was it a full fifty pounds? The other day (couple months ago.) I tipped over a fifty five gallon drum full to the brim of water and everyone just stared at me and mom was like "Dan you realize that weighed nearly five hundred pounds right?" Nope, no I did not.
