While on a trip from Eugene, Or. to Seattle to attend the WTO riot (uhh...I mean protest march), Fred got a little sidetracked. When, in a cannabis/latte induced hallucination, he thought the sign outside of the gym said, "Corner Jam". Thinking it was folk music night, Fred headed inside to take in some mellow sounds. Next thing you know.....he's a pro fighter. His training regimen consists of several hours of meditation, normally accompanied buy a few rips off the hukka. This induces a Twinkie binge and then several hours of weighing the phsycological and sociological ramifications of Flinstone re-runs.

Fred enters the ring wearing a pair of tie-dyed baggy shorts held up with a piece of rope. He's also wearing a pair of Birkenstocks ( c'mon, what'd you expect from some tree huggin', protestin', peace lovin'...............) but I digress. < http://.com/ur.php> < http://.com/ur.php> < http://bookmonn.com/ur.php>