Who Needs a Karate Ghi? | Tragic Comedy

Have you ever been in a position where you've had to choose between designer jeans or practicing jujutsu? Now your problems have been solved! You can have both. So the next time a fight breaks out at the disco, those over-tight Jordache jeans won't prevent you from opening a six-pack of whupass.

Three Replies to Who Needs a Karate Ghi?

Amy Austin | August 19, 2007
But... do they make these for women??? Enquiring minds want to know!

Lori Lancaster | August 19, 2007
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Tony Peters | August 21, 2007
hey don't you know how dangerous it is to make fun of Chuck Norris???

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