RANDOM PADS SESSION-WATCH THIS VIDEO

i went to check out some new gym today, and i saw some dude hitting the Pads so i had nuttin better to do so i recorded how he hit the pads so i can learn something wen i watch it, i dun even know his name. HERES THE VIDEO

http://youtube.com/watch?v=mgVcrLCZOco

your not going to learn anything from that, your better off erasing that tape and finding a real boxer.

Why does he drop his hands everytime he brings them back ???

Quick question are you or anyone you know, a monster for their weight? ;D

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Originally Posted by CutMeMicK

Quick question are you or anyone you know, a monster for their weight? ;D

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;D

Can you tell us how he got on?

yep does "This is my homie charly" spring to mind ;D ;D ;D.

This guys a legend ;D

This reminds me of the time I was chillin with my homie, squash. we was in my mom's trailer in the bayou with nottin to do cos she was passed out drunk on the couch. we lit a fire in the neighbors backyard to warm up our microwave dinner - it was traditional squirrel and raccoon pie, a real down home dish to make ya strong

Anyway, we had some time to kill before the food warmed up so we were messing around with this ol' tyre that my stepdad hung offa a tree. he lit out with my moms stash and we haven't seen him for months, so it;s my mom's brother who is the man of the house. it's funny, he has red hair and big ears just like mine. anywho, this tyre is right next to the burnt out pickup truck and the pile of old mattresses and we just started to hit on it.

I just started to pop that ol' bag, and soon Squash was just staring at me, coz I was hitting the shit out of that bag (it was full of ratshit, and it kept coming out and going in my mouth but I didn't mind cos fighters have to eat shit all the time and it makes them tough. I was hitting it with lefts and rights, pop pop pop like a motherfukka, boom boom and all speedy and shit. quash is a lot bigger than me - in fact he weights 32 stone and is only 4 feet tall cos he does weightraining at macdonalds - he was lookin at me open mouthed which was a mistake with the ratshit flying about, he said that I was truly a monstor for my weight.

All the noise woke up my mom, and she came out with a tray of cookies for me and a whole warthog for squash, she gave me a big hug and said that I was her man and that she really fancied me. I'm not sure why she felt my man-bits, but she said that tells her how much of a man I am. the muscles in my arms were nearly as hard as my man-bit by then coz momma does that good when she's sober.

Anyway, i am not going to bother going to a gym, squash said I was his homie and he can tell that i don't need a gym to train in and I will only get bad habits. the nearest gym is 200 yards away and that's just to far to get there without a car. If gyms were so good, he said, why do half the fighters who go them keep losing fights.

Our chipmunk stew was ready then, so we stopped and ate it before a tornado came.

:o

Have you 'turned amatuer' yet?

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Originally Posted by X

This reminds me of the time I was chillin with my homie, squash. we was in my mom's trailer in the bayou with nottin to do cos she was passed out drunk on the couch. we lit a fire in the neighbors backyard to warm up our microwave dinner - it was traditional squirrel and raccoon pie, a real down home dish to make ya strong

Anyway, we had some time to kill before the food warmed up so we were messing around with this ol' tyre that my stepdad hung offa a tree. he lit out with my moms stash and we haven't seen him for months, so it;s my mom's brother who is the man of the house. it's funny, he has red hair and big ears just like mine. anywho, this tyre is right next to the burnt out pickup truck and the pile of old mattresses and we just started to hit on it.

I just started to pop that ol' bag, and soon Squash was just staring at me, coz I was hitting the shit out of that bag (it was full of ratshit, and it kept coming out and going in my mouth but I didn't mind cos fighters have to eat shit all the time and it makes them tough. I was hitting it with lefts and rights, pop pop pop like a motherfukka, boom boom and all speedy and shit. quash is a lot bigger than me - in fact he weights 32 stone and is only 4 feet tall cos he does weightraining at macdonalds - he was lookin at me open mouthed which was a mistake with the ratshit flying about, he said that I was truly a monstor for my weight.

All the noise woke up my mom, and she came out with a tray of cookies for me and a whole warthog for squash, she gave me a big hug and said that I was her man and that she really fancied me. I'm not sure why she felt my man-bits, but she said that tells her how much of a man I am. the muscles in my arms were nearly as hard as my man-bit by then coz momma does that good when she's sober.

Anyway, i am not going to bother going to a gym, squash said I was his homie and he can tell that i don't need a gym to train in and I will only get bad habits. the nearest gym is 200 yards away and that's just to far to get there without a car. If gyms were so good, he said, why do half the fighters who go them keep losing fights.

Our chipmunk stew was ready then, so we stopped and ate it before a tornado came.

:o

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;D cool click quality

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Originally Posted by X

This reminds me of the time I was chillin with my homie, squash. we was in my mom's trailer in the bayou with nottin to do cos she was passed out drunk on the couch. we lit a fire in the neighbors backyard to warm up our microwave dinner - it was traditional squirrel and raccoon pie, a real down home dish to make ya strong

Anyway, we had some time to kill before the food warmed up so we were messing around with this ol' tyre that my stepdad hung offa a tree. he lit out with my moms stash and we haven't seen him for months, so it;s my mom's brother who is the man of the house. it's funny, he has red hair and big ears just like mine. anywho, this tyre is right next to the burnt out pickup truck and the pile of old mattresses and we just started to hit on it.

I just started to pop that ol' bag, and soon Squash was just staring at me, coz I was hitting the shit out of that bag (it was full of ratshit, and it kept coming out and going in my mouth but I didn't mind cos fighters have to eat shit all the time and it makes them tough. I was hitting it with lefts and rights, pop pop pop like a motherfukka, boom boom and all speedy and shit. quash is a lot bigger than me - in fact he weights 32 stone and is only 4 feet tall cos he does weightraining at macdonalds - he was lookin at me open mouthed which was a mistake with the ratshit flying about, he said that I was truly a monstor for my weight.

All the noise woke up my mom, and she came out with a tray of cookies for me and a whole warthog for squash, she gave me a big hug and said that I was her man and that she really fancied me. I'm not sure why she felt my man-bits, but she said that tells her how much of a man I am. the muscles in my arms were nearly as hard as my man-bit by then coz momma does that good when she's sober.

Anyway, i am not going to bother going to a gym, squash said I was his homie and he can tell that i don't need a gym to train in and I will only get bad habits. the nearest gym is 200 yards away and that's just to far to get there without a car. If gyms were so good, he said, why do half the fighters who go them keep losing fights.

Our chipmunk stew was ready then, so we stopped and ate it before a tornado came.

:o

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Ahahaha. I look forward to these inevitable stories almost as much as Ballers posts.

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Have you 'turned amatuer' yet?

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Don't think so, but hes on his way to turning Professional in the comedy store far quicker than he ever will a fighter. ;D