My nine year old has started working out with a wrestling coach. He’s getting Greco Roman and Freestyle training. As soon as I come home at night he wants to roll and work submissions. I dominate his ass. That little 60 pounder is my bitch. I think he’s hanging out on one of those Kung Fu boards however. He taps like a punk but as soon as I turn him loose he goes for my nuts or the eye gouge. (So far I have resisted sinking to his level) After last night I suspect he is also watching WWF (which he is forbidden to do) when no one is looking.
After about 10 minutes of merciless daddy domination last night he tells me he wants me to start from my hands and knees. I’m feeling pretty cocky so what the hell. I figure I can still take him. So I oblige. He gets behind me where I can’t see him. I’m not worried. He’s got nothing. My wife walked into the room just in time to witness the brutality of the cowardly attack perpetrated upon her husband.
Apparently my son backed up across the living room, took a running start and leapt upon the couch. From the couch he vaulted to the corner table and then reportedly achieved some significant height with a jump from the table.
The little bastard came down ass first right in the middle of my back from an estimated height of approximately 5 feet. It hurt. It really hurt.
Of course the little punk ran to mommy as I attempted drag my lifeless legs in pursuit of his scrawny little ass. (I am one game mother ****er) That was actually a pretty smart move. The lovely Mrs. Finn is one scary bitch if you come after her kids.
Anyway, consider yourselves warned. Train hard, because in about 10 years he’ll be on the loose. May God have mercy on us all.
After about 10 minutes of merciless daddy domination last night he tells me he wants me to start from my hands and knees. I’m feeling pretty cocky so what the hell. I figure I can still take him. So I oblige. He gets behind me where I can’t see him. I’m not worried. He’s got nothing. My wife walked into the room just in time to witness the brutality of the cowardly attack perpetrated upon her husband.
Apparently my son backed up across the living room, took a running start and leapt upon the couch. From the couch he vaulted to the corner table and then reportedly achieved some significant height with a jump from the table.
The little bastard came down ass first right in the middle of my back from an estimated height of approximately 5 feet. It hurt. It really hurt.
Of course the little punk ran to mommy as I attempted drag my lifeless legs in pursuit of his scrawny little ass. (I am one game mother ****er) That was actually a pretty smart move. The lovely Mrs. Finn is one scary bitch if you come after her kids.
Anyway, consider yourselves warned. Train hard, because in about 10 years he’ll be on the loose. May God have mercy on us all.
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