How do you get to be 30 without figuring out that you can almost fit your fist in your mouth?
I discovered this at work today during one of our wide-ranging cigarette break conversations. (Try it! You might surprise yourself.) Tonight I had Eric record it for the ages.
Ok, it's not great, but I got past the knuckles. That has to count for something.
Eric tried and declared his fist-swallowing skills superior to mine, but as you can totally see his thumb, I'm calling bullshit.
The best part was when we looked at the first round of pictures and decided we could really do a much better job of cramming our fists in our mouths. Besides, we looked horrible doing it. So we tried again, shooting for style points this time:
Oh, yes, those are much nicer. Honestly? We couldn't be prouder.