We played poker again, and like always, the loser had to undergo some form of punishment. The punishment wasn't all that extraordinary...just a few push-ups. The loser would be allowed a limited number of rest breaks. We agreed that if you weren't able to finish the push-ups, then you had to do sit-ups as a secondary punishment.

Like always, Roy lost. So he attempted to do the push-ups, but this pale weakling couldn't finish it. (Remember the days when Roy was incredibly buff? Definitely not the case today...) He took so many breaks that we had to enforce the secondary punishment. Incidentally, Roy cannot do sit-ups. (Huh?) So he offered to do 20 pull-ups because he had just finished doing 50+ push-ups? (I don't understand...) He failed miserably at the pull-ups (completing only half of what he promised), so he finally offered to do 10 Chinese-get-ups. Hahaha...

And this is where the magic began... Roy's first few attempts at this were pretty sad, as he continued to land on his butt. By the fourth or fifth try, however, he finally landed it perfectly, and I'll admit, I was impressed. Roy was so cool. One time, he missed the landing, but he suddenly went into break-dancing mode, compensating for the unsuccessful Chinese-get-up by doing some kind of flare and some other crazy move. Roy was flowing! As I saw this, I was reminded that Roy was once a talented break-dancing thug, and that this was an extraordinary event that I was witnessing. I mean, how many of you have ever seen Roy break-dance???

The funny thing about all this is that Roy did push-ups, sit-ups, pull-ups, and finally Chinese-get-ups as his punishment. He's gonna be so sore tomorrow. Hahaha... I love it!