Boxing Day 2: Fly like a Butterfly, Sting like A Mudafucking Bee

Surprisingly, we made it to day 2 (mandatory applause, plz). We deserve a pat in the back or rather a slight tap will do because my arms are still beyond repair.

What is the best part, you asked? The best part is sweating like a pig in front of your trainer (who looks like Boom Boom Bautista)  asking for double jabs, jab straights and six combos of left hooks and straights. Also, stretching and getting a free massage.

The worst part is everything else after because you have to take a shower and go to work then deal with the repercussions the next day.

Day 3, I’ll punch your brains out. That is if I am not yet bedridden by Friday.

P.S.

In the succeeding post, expect that they will be shorter. Ugh.