Yeah we got some big old buildings here in Omaha. That one (the First National Bank Tower) is a whole 40 stories high and the Steve King voters from across the river in Iowa like to come over and look up at it thinking Jesus himself may be sittin' up there sometime.
Anyway, Max's Dad climbed the steps of that damn thing in 12:02 Saturday morning. So what you say? Well a year ago Max's Dad was a fat, slow, immovable white guy and couldn't have ridden the elevator to the top without stopping on 20 for a breather. Now, Max's Dad is an overweight, slow, movable white guy who can climb 864 steps or whatever the ungodly number is without dropping dead.
When you get to the top, 633 feet up towards heaven, you can look down and flip the Steve King voters off. That's what Jesus would do. Onward!
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I'm so proud of you old buddy!! I get winded just looking at that damn building. You still are and have always been 'da man!!!!!!!
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