If I were a boxer, I wouldn’t want to fight a cactus. I’d probably win the fight, cuz all I’d have to do is knock the cactus over, and it wouldn’t be able to get up… unless it were some sort of cactus-man, who could move… then he may get up, and kick my ass, cuz every time he hit me, he’d stick me with those fucking prickles… and at some point I’d just buckle and run away.
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