We went to some people's house the other day. One of the people's son's is about 8 years old. He walked up to me and asked me if I wanted to box with him...he had the gloves. I figured why not...just be careful with the guy.
I got done on my knee's...partly to protect myself and partly so it would be a fair fight for the kid...next thing that I know I'm flat on my back. That was a mean upper cut! lol
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LOL!
Jared...don't you know that it's not the size of the dog but the size of the fight in the dog that counts?....lol.
Bre, that little saying has been porven true today!
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