I punted off of the finish jug on the flash go and fell into a tree. I then took a rest, read my book, and had an EVEN more desperate encounter with the finish jug, wrestling it's incut lip with my inflated forearms and screaming between the incut ledges. I'm convinced that there isn't a hold out there that won't get me pumped.

Just pretend the little edges are ACTUALLY huge and this feels chill.