Awfulizing the future again, eh?
Is there anything you can do to mitigate the dread of
THE EXODUS OF THE BIG BAD BOXER SHORT GUY? Can you have some fun with it?
Can you picture your BF playing Anthony Hopkins as Hannibel Lechture with the gagged Florentine inspector played by son, strapped in to the upright gurney and BF going
OKEY DOKEY right before the big push-off ( we'll leave out the unnecessary gore).
Get that
Okey Dokey down.
