The “jab” everyone keeps asking about? It wasn’t a fight. It wasn’t a flirtation gone wrong. It was her roommate’s cat – a menace named Pancake – who decided my ankle was a chew toy the second I walked through the door. I yelped, stumbled into her hallway table, and knocked over a framed photo of Jess at a charity boxing event.
Absolutely. And you don’t have to be as extreme as my neighbor (the man once refused to help me jump-start my car because it was 6:58 AM and his morning jab was starting—true story). But you can borrow the philosophy. my hot ass neighbor 7 jab fixed