Hey everyone. I want to tell you a story about Sunday. On Sunday I was with some friends. We were hanging out and he had a bag tied and duck taped at the top and a rope going to the ceiling. The bag had gravel in it. We were playing bloody knuckles because we were all were kind of you know. So we were doing stuff and one of my friends broke his hand. But, he kept on going. We were like breaking boards with our hand and stuff. It all got out of hand. We broke the whole garage because we were drunk. What do you think the lesson is from that.