Joseph Parker

[diehard]

Fai, don't think for a minute that Sham could whoop me. Here's what I'd do: I'd smack him with a hard jab that would knock him back. He'd shake it off and take three or four steps trying to chase me as I'm running for dear life but laughing at the same time. After 4 steps, Sham starts looking for his meds that I had hidden from him before I smacked him. I keep laughing because now Sham is gasping for breath. Soon he's begging me to tell him where his meds are. After much begging, I finally tell him after a promise that he'll behave himself from now on. He promises, but you know how Sham promises.

Yes, age DOES matter.