I'm not full of it
Back on Thanksgiving, I was visiting my wife's family in Monterey. I told my wife's sister and her husband that I could tear a phonebook in half. I knew that I had done it once before and thought I could easily do it again. I was pretty much bragging about how I could do it. Then came the time to put up or shut up. We found the phonebook and I spent the next 20 minutes or so making a fool of myself. I kept trying and trying but I couldn't do it. Everyone was laughing at me. Especially my wife who was present the first time I did it and knew I could do it. I made an idiot of myself.
Recently, we got the 2010 phonebooks. In my neighborhood, instead of delivering them to each individual house, they placed a bunch of them next to the mailboxes. A week went by and there was still a pile of them at each mailbox. No one uses phonebooks anymore. Everyone just uses the internet. All the phonebooks were just going to get thrown out anyway so I figured I would make another attempt at tearing one. I picked one up and tore it pretty quickly. I was so excited that I grabbed a bunch more and started ripping them apart. I made a video of myself tearing one so that I can show it to those that laughed at me as proof that I'm not completely full of crapola.
Oh no you did not!
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