After eleven hours of heavy lifting at the office, I’m afraid the little grey cells have now called it a day, and a meaty post is simply not in the cards. But readers will know by now that having nothing of any interest whatsoever to say rarely keeps me from posting — and tonight is no exception.
This evening’s offering fits with particular aptness into our “tomfoolery” taxon, having been tossed over the transom today by my old Hung Gar training brother Tom Andrus. So, without further ado:
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