...least 9 times but on the third slap of the mat, I was always able to raise a shoulder. It was a pro match for sure, oooh yeah. By the twelfth minute, I had him in a figure four about ready to dislocate a couple of joints when he tapped out. "Who's the Big Dog NOW!" I yelled.
After exchanging all other pleasantries and courtesies, we settled into a nice lunch with caviar, egg salag with dill, and some Sushi with homemade soy. The lunch began to sound a little too pansy assed, so we blended our low fat frappe's with a little broken glass just to toughen up, oooh yeah.
The doctor says we'll both be back home after our bowel resections.