......After nearly seven months of training I realized that Doug had done no training whatsoever. The only time he really did anything even remotely close to training was when he took off to Florida to "clear his mind" and had that fling with the dirty Dirt Devil. I asked Doug about this and he said "Fuck you." He then said, "Fine I'll be over in a second and I'm bringin' my workout shit." I once again responded, "O.K.." So in about 3 hours Doug shows up and he's got on some workout gear including, but not limited to, a cut off Luke Duke signature series muscle shirt, a karate headband(as in it said karate on it as opposed to being in the style of a headband that someone that actually did karate would wear), some mid seventies ABA basketball socks, and a stomach full of some sort of liquor. You think I'm lying? Take a gander at this.

.....After exchanging pleasantries like, "Get the hell out of my way I gotta dump.", Doug laced up his sneakers and began a series of stretching excercises that would make Houdini cry.

.....After his rigorous series of stretching exercises the man, the myth, the legend was ready to pound some pavement!