the last arm wrestle

there i am walking with my friend...i look to my right...there i see a six foot eight young lad with his 220 pound body building friend...time for an arm wrestle...i beat the giant...then it is the body builders turn...but i am too tired...he puts me down...i finish walking my friend to his home...we have another glass of rum...i pound the glass down..."fuck it"...time for a rematch...and this time i win...or did i??? fact of the matter...i could hardly move my arm for a week...time to retire...luv stu