It was time for the boys to get together and blow the stink off. Jared Biegler's shop was the place to do so. He'd been talking smack all week, but by the time the night was over, he was sufficiently humbled.
The crew was small but rowdy. Brenis, Uncle Royce, Jared, & I
Brenis gets the best form award
Jared accused me of using my lengthy arms to reach over the line. Hey bro, God gave me long arms, might as well use them.
In the end it was a draw. Jared won the first and I won the last. Guess there'll have to be a showdown to settle this matter.
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