My bicep hurts 
After watching the footy and rugby last night at Widescreenville, Jack and I both happened to be holding damp tea towels; a tea-towel flicking competition was inevitable.
Now, I don’t know how other people play the game, but at numerous occasions over the past 5 years (Pinjarra retreat, mid-year camps, cocktail party, numerous trips to Mandurah and Dunsborough) Jack and I have played to the point where we are each scarred, bruised, and bleeding. I have had some marks from Jack’s handywork last for months, and had people stare at my legs when I have gone around in shorts afterwards.
Last night we played in jeans, so I don’t have any marks on my legs today (Jack might 
) but my right bicep is killing me from all the extending and then quickly pulling back. You win this round Jack.
Here is a pic of one of our previous efforts from Dunsborough Nov ‘02
