The International Arm Wrestling championships

The International Arm Wrestling championships were starting in a couple minutes, and big Joe needed a pick me up, so he
asked his trainer Miyagi to grind up some of the Wasabi beans he'd brought along. Normally he snorted them but today he
would take it like a suppository. Aside from cleaning out his system it would help him reach enlightenment. But Miyagi
wasn't in a "wax-on, wax-off" kind of mood today. He decided to take it intravenously. Strapping the belt to his arm,
he pulled the strap tight, veins bulging. Or were those his arteries? Injecting nitroglycerin might not be the best
of remedies. Had he paid attention during health class instead of staring at Melanie, he might
have known what to use. Scanning the shelves his eyes caught hold of the "Gold Bond". Remembering his Grampa always
Said "never sleep with a big girl who smells like Gold Bond because her inner thighs will be all chaffed up, looking
like chunky peanut butter
for the first time in his life.

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