I got picked up and slammed on my head 3 times. I weighed 150, opponent was 300+. The last time he told me to lay there and think about what I was doing. I finally complied. When you're whipped your whipped. 3 strikes and you are out. I don't give up easy. But I know when to throw in the towel
Anon, trust me here, you took about 3 times the ass whooping that you should have. If you're still 150 or even close, you must learn to fight dirty. Forget John Wayne, forget Batman, the moment you know something's up, you need to go straight for groin kicking and getting at least second knuckle up in their eyeballs. Then grab the closest heavy object and connect with skull as hard and often as possible until your friends are pulling you off. Do not let blood spatter stop you from going full Al Capone.
Every time I got my ass kicked was because I was trying to "fight fair". The day I decided FUCK THAT was the day I started walking away from confrontations with nothing more than few skinned knuckles and at the most a fat lip.
Has a feel like its the "usual suspects," but looks more like a restaurant in Hawaii or some south pacific island location. Any insights? Is there a special school these "women" go to to learn to behave like that? Seems like they are graduating a hell of a lot of them lately.
Kinda surprised that biggo gal didn't get a handful of that Wardrobe Malfunction. I've never seen anyone get so dominated and just keep poking the bear. She Might be a dumbass.
Some people just like to get into it. When I was young and stupid, I went to a family thing in Mojave Valley, AZ. I and a cousin spent the afternoon drinking tequila behind the house and then decided to go to a club. We went to a bar that had about 15 Harleys out front. He and I walked ithrough the door and noticed that most everybody there was wearing colors. My cousin stepped forward and shouted "Hell's Angels are pussies." I raised my hands and backed out, leaving him to his fate, and walked back home. The next morning he showed up for lunch all beat the hell up, talking about how much he kicked ass. Moron. But that's what that side of the family is like. I'm the only male in my line on that side I know of who hasn't been shotor knifed at least once -- because I walk away from that shit.
The short one may have FA but she sure didn't learn anything. Bint just kept coming back for more beatdown.
ReplyDeleteI got picked up and slammed on my head 3 times. I weighed 150, opponent was 300+. The last time he told me to lay there and think about what I was doing. I finally complied. When you're whipped your whipped. 3 strikes and you are out. I don't give up easy. But I know when to throw in the towel
DeleteGotta knw when to hoild 'em, know when to fold 'em...
DeleteAnon, trust me here, you took about 3 times the ass whooping that you should have. If you're still 150 or even close, you must learn to fight dirty. Forget John Wayne, forget Batman, the moment you know something's up, you need to go straight for groin kicking and getting at least second knuckle up in their eyeballs. Then grab the closest heavy object and connect with skull as hard and often as possible until your friends are pulling you off. Do not let blood spatter stop you from going full Al Capone.
DeleteEvery time I got my ass kicked was because I was trying to "fight fair". The day I decided FUCK THAT was the day I started walking away from confrontations with nothing more than few skinned knuckles and at the most a fat lip.
They apparently didn't succeed in beating any sense into her--she's still trash-talking at the end.
ReplyDeleteAnd still going back for more. Her only weapon seems to be her mouth.
ReplyDeleteTalk about getting your tit caught in a wringer.....
ReplyDeleteLong time ago, at Madam Wongs bar in L.A. they had the chairs and tables bolted to the floor.
ReplyDeleteGood idea!
Good times!
The big one could make a lot more money as a bouncer at a lesbian bar than a fast food manager.
ReplyDeleteJust sayin..
Jeez! Nuthin' like a good cat fight!
ReplyDeleteStill remember the first one I saw in Subic Bay.
The butterfly knife was the best part.
Has a feel like its the "usual suspects," but looks more like a restaurant in Hawaii or some south pacific island location. Any insights? Is there a special school these "women" go to to learn to behave like that? Seems like they are graduating a hell of a lot of them lately.
ReplyDeleteYou shouldn't use the word restaurant when it's a McDonald's.
DeleteI'm of the opinion it is simply genetics.
DeleteWomen shouldn't be allowed to fight unless they're nekkid.
ReplyDeleteYou mean the big one? 🤔😇😊
DeleteOh no...not ever!
DeleteKinda surprised that biggo gal didn't get a handful of that Wardrobe Malfunction. I've never seen anyone get so dominated and just keep poking the bear. She Might be a dumbass.
ReplyDeleteNuttin like a good tits out catfight
ReplyDeleteNever fight ABOVE your weight class
ReplyDeleteYou can take the "natives" out of the jungle, but you'll never take the jungle out of the "natives."
ReplyDeleteSome people just like to get into it. When I was young and stupid, I went to a family thing in Mojave Valley, AZ. I and a cousin spent the afternoon drinking tequila behind the house and then decided to go to a club. We went to a bar that had about 15 Harleys out front. He and I walked ithrough the door and noticed that most everybody there was wearing colors. My cousin stepped forward and shouted "Hell's Angels are pussies." I raised my hands and backed out, leaving him to his fate, and walked back home. The next morning he showed up for lunch all beat the hell up, talking about how much he kicked ass. Moron. But that's what that side of the family is like. I'm the only male in my line on that side I know of who hasn't been shotor knifed at least once -- because I walk away from that shit.
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