Flappy wibbling eye-glinter Boris scraps with the lion family's cutest member, a domestic cat. It takes Johnno a good minute to acclimatise and spends the opening rounds cupping his privates whilst skipping inelegantly around the arena, his hair bouncing about in curious rhythm to his flab. Eventually, after a few 'rotten' scratches, Mr J lands one of his hopeful kicks and the fight is all over.
2 comments:
'bouncing about in curious rhythm to his flab'.. Beautiful.
I was tempted by 'his flab rippling in a series of mini-bodyquakes' but restrained...
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