My grandson and my son-in-law are training for a fight.
Thankfully it’s not against each other.
The little fella would smash him.
After all, I am his trainer.
And the picture taker.
Nice farm house that the picture is taken in front of too, isn’t it.
I could have owned it once.
But one of the family trusts got to the paper work first.
Bloody daughters.
I wish I’d gone to university like them, so I was so smart.
Oh, I did.
I forgot.
Still want to meet me in Brisbane Mr Tony Dreger?
Dan my son in law’s coming down too.
He’s a licensed personal protection officer you know.
Special license.
Bodyguard.
The muscles aren’t all he’s packing.
See you there.
Dickhead.
