After a full week of working my arms by typing things on my computer, stretching on my couch and pushing the button on my remote control and my video game controller, I decided to declare myself eligible for the world arm wrestling championships. Don’t be jealous. Not everyone has what it takes, despite numerous movies and inspirational songs that claim that you can be whatever you put your mind to. Falling just short of goals is something that I specialize in. (That is if I had any goals.)
It took hard work and dedication, but I made it to Google, where I proceeded to search for the website where I had to fill out my application. I cruised through the name and address section like a boss. I barely even hesitated on the experience part of the application. I listed my solid record of 21-20 against my 3 year old niece(though one time she cheated by telling me that there was a pepperoni pizza on the table) and a very convincing almost comeback against my 5 year old son. Hey, the kid was trained by me and I am an almost completed applicant. So you can see how he would be pretty good right?
I then was brought to the video section where I was supposed to submit my video of awesomeness. They showed a few examples. I got to this one.
The arm wrestling screaming match of the century. (If you are in a place where loud noises would scare kids or employers you may want to wait until later.)
My bitter career as an arm wrestler is done.
Bitter Armed Ben