DUBLIN BELLYBUSTERS

Patrick came to watch the end of my cricket match and enjoy a few pints with myself and a few of the lads in the bar. Somehow the subject got on to my pathetic fielding effort in the last half hour of the game (two balls somehow found their way through my long barrier and 'Sydney Harbour Bridge' dive at extra-cover). Patrick accused me of looking dreadfully unfit and I explained to him that I was carrying a strained rotator cuff and pulled achilles. He laughed and said "Yeah, whatever, you're just unfit!". I said "Fuck you, I guarantee you I'm fitter than I look!" He said "I bet you couldn't do 50 sit-ups." I said "Fuck you, I could do 100". He said " No chance!" and everyone at the table agreed with him. I jumped out of my seat (forgetting momentarily about my dodgy achilles) and said "Fuck all you guys, I'll do them right now!" Fill laughed and tossed out 10-1 odds. I took my €10 to his €100 and the challlenge was set...