Ok, short n sweet. I was just chillin in the cabin the other day (namely, a week ago), and I was just minding my own, reading the Alchemist (great book), sippin some tea, when some kid comes in. My dear brother Kip......this is dedicated to one of your numerous traits ---- your dweebiness. Yes, I said it, you're a dweeb, can't do anything about it now huh!? Ok, back to the story, so I was minding my own when Kip rolls into the cabin feeling all pumped before skiing. Being that this cabin is of humble origins, it is very small and not equipped with a full sized gym (don't think that creative genius idea got past the drawing board). Therefore, little Kippy had to find a more creative way to stay yolked. So, after a few reps of breakfast chair lifts, he moved on to the more heavy duty equipment. stacking his feet on the couch (yuck) and the chair at arms length, he proceeded to do some elevated push ups.....this wasn't enough......did you know that a father's tackle box can also serve as a weight? Me either. With the tackle box on his back like a shelf, a few more push ups later.....the mini P90X makeshift workout was complete. So thanks for that Kip, it was my entertainment for about eehhhhh 10 minutes. I'm grateful for your ingenuity :)
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