On Sunday I went over to Allie's to eat Moroccan food, drink margaritas, and watch the Osars. It was great. I was chatting to a friend of Allie's who was cooking up that tasty food when he mentioned he used to work in Wolfgang Puck's kitchen. I, polite conversationalist that I am, asked if he was still a chef.
And then he says:
"No, I'm a cage fighter."
He really is. He makes his living fighting people in cages, and also teaching people how to fight in cages. Further proof that graduate school is probably unnecessary. Strength training, on the other hand...
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