Did I Ever Tell You About That Time....

....when I beat the living snot out of "Iron " Mike Tyson??? Well nonbeliever, the pictures have just come back from the Chemist and they clearly show me whacking seven shades out of the former undisputed champ. Admittedly Tyson was on the way down from his meteoric career by the stage he met me. His money men thought it would be a great idea to fight a white Irishman on Patricks day last, they picked the wrong Paddy!!

You Said What About Me Mother???

Anways, there was the usual kerfuffle at the weigh-in, you know Mike, trying to bite my extremities off and what have you. But I'll tell you what, he was a quiet boy after going tweleve rounds with yours truely. It took twelve rounds but to be honest with you I was only playing with him for the last seven. Eventually I put him down in the twelvefth. A gamey little fucker though he got back up, the ref had already counted him out by that stage though.


Take that ya cunt.....and that

I decided to hang up my gloves after the fight and retire undefeated to Malafornia where I now live. What ever became of Mike??? Well I think he's doing panto this year with Niall Prenderville in the Everyman. We remain good friends to this day!!