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Originally Posted by Robbie
Remind me not to piss you off...  |
lol. Man when I tell you he wasn't laying off he wasn't laying off. I subconsciously started cracking my knuckles and he even started ripping on that. I just got up and swung at his head and a left to the ribs and folded him like paper. Everyone in the suite was appalled. I mean, we're talking a bunch of pacifist saying "duke omg what have you done, violence is never the answer." I left with Big Red and he and I were talking and I'm like, "dude be honest. Did I flip my wig and just go nuts for no reason? Everyone was looking at me like I was Norman Bates. Should I have waited a little longer before I hit him? Or not have hit him at all?" He replied, " I thought you we're going to hit him 30 minutes before you did." That's when I realized you can't be around pacifist canadians and stoner nerds with big mouths.
(I'm not saying all Canadians are pacifists and I'm not saying all stoner nerds have big mouths). -for the record-
But yea, where I grew up, and I didn't grow up in compton so i'm not saying i'm bad ass, but there were rules. You talked shit, you were popped for it. At least I asked over a 6 times for him to stop.
But don't worry Robby, I drop my left when I throw my right (in case you talk shit) lol j/k man.
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