Large pickles, thick skinned oranges, even apples aren't tough enough for my grip strength. With bare hands, I grasp onto two large pickles and split them right open. Pickle juice sprays everywhere, but that doesn't stop me. I make sure to split them in half. I grab a fresh apple and palm it with my right hand. But, since I'm right handed, I use my left hand instead. My "weaker" hand, HA! While flexing my right bicep, I quickly snap the apple skin, exposing its insides. The sound of it submitting to my grip is apPEALing and only gives me more strength to squeeze it harder. Lastly, two thic...

Large pickles, thick skinned oranges, even apples aren't tough enough for my grip strength. With bare hands, I grasp onto two large pickles and split them right open. Pickle juice sprays everywhere, but that doesn't stop me. I make sure to split them in half. I grab a fresh apple and palm it with my right hand. But, since I'm right handed, I use my left hand instead. My "weaker" hand, HA! While flexing my right bicep, I quickly snap the apple skin, exposing its insides. The sound of it submitting to my grip is apPEALing and only gives me more strength to squeeze it harder. Lastly, two thick skinned oranges are about to be the victims of my hand strength. My fingers dig in and the skin rips open as I squeeze their guts out. The citrusy smell is invigorating. The juice slides down my hands and arms and the pulp plops to the ground. One may say "what a waste of good food!" I say..."feed it to the birds!"