Oooh Yeah. Colder than a witches exposed knee cap out here in the crisp Minnesota air. Decided to visit my old buddy and former Governor Jesse Ventura. I had a little trouble finding his place, but once I pulled F-350 Deisel with the oversized tires on top of a couple of Hondas, I find his address just fine.
The name on his gate said "Big Dog", which I had a problem with, so I pulled up to the house, tightened the knot on my yellow bandana, pumped a few curls with the free weights I have in the back of the truck, and rang the bell.
He knew a smack down was coming, so he tried to nail me with a flying knee as I walked in, but I caught him with a steel chair upside the head, ooooh yeah. I always carry four things on me whereever I go. My wallet, bandana, condoms and a steel folding chair.
It was a glorius bout. Ventura had me pinned at leas...