Uncle Kent can't stand to lose, so after about 10 rounds, he was winning at 27. The kids were close, but I had to go ahead and whip him with a whopping 35. I know, pathetic! I had to beat Uncle Kent who's 70, but man, can he jump a rope. He said it was from his old boxing days. Yeah, who knew! Well, he may not have beaten me jumping, but he whipped us all sawing a 2x4 at Easter (well, not John, but that's between them).
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