My older brother Chris just started going to police academy. (He is an EMT, Fire-Fighter, and now a Cop, going for them all!)
Well, when he goes to class, he needs to wear this weird looking uniform, ugly hat, a T-shirt that he has to iron, EMS pants and black boots.
Well, last Friday night he was trying them on. (The boot) Nothing wrong with that. The "Problem" came when he tried to take them off. They were stuck, emphases on the STUCK! He could get one off, but the other wouldn't move! He pushed, pulled, shoved, tugged, it would not move for anything!
Then along came BUFF little brother (a.k.a. Me) and pulled it off just like that. OK, it wasn't just like that, it was more like, I pulled and it came off five minutes later. I pulled so hard on that boot that Holly had to hold Chris to the couch so I didn't pull him off it. So you could say that there was a severe amount of extreme muscular force concentrated in a certain point for an aloted amount of time. Or, in other words, I pulled for a rerally LOOOOOOONG time!
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| The boot almost off! |
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| The final tug! |
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| And it's off! |
Unfortunately, there are no good photos of me showing off my incredible buffness
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| The Victor! |
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The victim getting up after the amputation.
NOTE: Holly didn't think I could do it! |
So I guess that it can be said now and through the age: Lil' buff boy beat big brothers bad boots, bad!
