The rules of this game are you squeeze TIGHTER AND TIGHTER until one of you has to say "My product is inferior" and sign a statement to that effect.
The one on the right's fighting to suppress a pained grimace. If anyone's still taking bets this late in the game, stick £10 on Harris to close this one out within the next 30 seconds.
Look how white Frank's fingers are - he's trying as hard as he can against Steve 'Crusher' Harris but there's no way Steve's going to stop now. Frank's face has given away how much pain he's in and Steve's just going to keep the pressure going now until he cracks.
Steve's tactics of plain old fashioned no-nonsense non-stop crushing power seems to have worked well against Frank. Last time he tried it against a more flexible opponent he ended up losing his favourite Parker pen (hence Bic Biro he's sporting in his breast pocket) and gained the black eye he's hoping has now faded enough that people won't notice.
Interesting how neither of them know how to do up the top buttons on their jackets, unless maybe they came undone during the wrestling round?
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Look how white Frank's fingers are - he's trying as hard as he can against Steve 'Crusher' Harris but there's no way Steve's going to stop now. Frank's face has given away how much pain he's in and Steve's just going to keep the pressure going now until he cracks.
Steve's tactics of plain old fashioned no-nonsense non-stop crushing power seems to have worked well against Frank. Last time he tried it against a more flexible opponent he ended up losing his favourite Parker pen (hence Bic Biro he's sporting in his breast pocket) and gained the black eye he's hoping has now faded enough that people won't notice.
Interesting how neither of them know how to do up the top buttons on their jackets, unless maybe they came undone during the wrestling round?
Imagine being called Averdung...
just struck a deal to wife swap ....
Hands, touching hands, reaching out
Touching me, touching you
Good times never seem so good
I've been inclined to believe it never would
And now I, I look at the night, whooo
And it don't seem so lonely
We fill it up with only two, oh
And when I hurt
Hurting runs off my shoulder
How can I hurt when holding you
Oh, one, touching one, reaching out
Touching me, touching you
Good times never seem so good
Oh I've been inclined to believe it never would
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