Ugly Boxer in Vegas.

The heavyweight was getting creamed in the fight, but every round he managed to stagger back to the corner. At the end of the eighth round, he could barely see from all the blood streaming down his forehead. His manager said to him, “Hold on just a couple of rounds. I think you are gonna win”

“Win?” the boxer grunted. “I cant even see to hit him.”

“I know” the manager replied, “But the sight of you is beginning to make him sick”