Punch Counter Mugs

'Break.'

'Watch out for the ole one, two, three, four!'

'I'd better make a note of your blood group...'

"Keep it up. His knuckles are getting really sore"

'I got one this small.'

'I bet he can run twice as fast as you can.' 'But he has twice as many legs!'

"Well, I'd say it should be fairly soon now!"

Cat boxer

'Looks like you're having a pretty good season, eh Ben?'

'I've gone over the fight tapes and I think I've pinpointed your weakness.'

'Of course I'm worried. I heard that the legs are the first things to go.'

'Your husband was a model employee. Not only did he work hard and fast, but he died three days after he retired so that the company saved on his pension payments.'

A smiling woman wearing boxing gloves

'Well, the toughest part of the fight is over . . . getting though the hostile crowd.'

"That was a good two weeks of watching America dominate the Olympics and not seeing anything else on TV."

Eighty, eighty five, ninety, ninety five and five makes a pound.

'Joe Louis was right - you can run, but you can't hide.'

One thing about Martin...you could NEVER doubt his passion for the job ...and this is my dance of the third quarter improved productivity figures.

'Wait! I counted wrong. He's not over the limit.'

"Good. Now punch in your password."

'Now try not to let this fella get in too close. He has a huge Right Cross.'

The old one, two...

'Never heard that before.'

'The champ has absolutely no respect for his opponent's punching power.'

'He's countering your right by throwning a left hook, crossing his right over your left jab, and upper cutting you when you work to his body...from where I stand, Tiger, you better STOP throwing punches.'

'I would love to learn Karate, but Dad insists I do Boxing instead: He says I have natural disposition for it...'

'Yes dear, everything here at work is going well. Can I call you back, I have something, I mean, someone on the other line.'

'You'll be okay, buddy. Quick! How many legs am I holding up?'

"The only time a fisherman tells the truth is when he calls another fisherman a liar!"

Concentrated Orange Juice

Prisoner tallies his days on a giant drawing pad.

'Perhaps it'll stop them all hitting each other'.