Eating lunch at the Union Woodshop, and D decides to make fun of me because of what I was eating, saying that I will never meet my goal, while he ordered the EXACT same meal as me. So, we talked a little shit back and forth, both got overly cocky, and now the bet has officially been upped to $20 per pound that we miss our goal by. This was officially sealed with a fist bump over the table.
My first real update will come this Sunday. My first picture update will be at the end of the month.
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