Posts Tagged ‘ass whoopin’s’

an ass whoopin’

As a bronzed Adonis who treats his body like a temple (I always leave my shoes on the outside), I like to think that there is no sporting activity I cannot excel at.

Birkenstock wearing, coffee schlurping, ‘liberal’ Emma – I can beat her at sports, right? Right?

So a warning to you all, if you ever have Emma round your house, and you happen to have a Nintendo Wii, do not ever nonchalantly suggest a game of Bowling, or Cycling, or Canoeing. Ever.

You will suffer, you will burn, and you will learn the language of defeat.

Heed my words brave reader, and ye may yet be saved.