Foreman Fridays #1

One fine day in New Jersey, Big George Foreman, out for a Sunday stroll, discovered a wild Gerry Cooney in his way. “Golly”, thought George, “may as well nail this fella to the floor, then I can be on my way.”

It seemed Gerry didn’t listen to the uppercut, so George threw a right hand to clarify things.

Silly Gerry.