Arm wrasslin' is as quintessential American as all get out. It invokes images and smells of smoky, grimy bars stinkin of stale beer and broken dreams, of now fat ex jocks, maybe the star high school quarterback in little Buttpimple, Texas, livin out the string arm blasting drunks on pitted, heavily shellacked bar tables. We've all done it. If you're a man and you haven't arm wrassled somebody then go home to your momma/TUBOB. More here.

Question: Have you ever arm wrassled?

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