Exactly. The guys I have trouble with stay outside and jab. After I get hit with enough jabs I've got to grab them. The raging guys run up and want to fight chest to chest. Those guys get my right uppercut which is nearly straight up. If it connects they have been disabled in the past and could no longer continue. Just a couple of times and many years ago. I like living a peaceful life and was never happy or satisfied after a fight. Both of those times the staff in the restaurant told the cops what happened and I was ok. Not proud of it but yeah two problems, both in restaurants. Both broken jaws.
I've boxed since my mid teens. You're a bunch of underdeveloped queens. I cannot fathom the retardation that resulting in the "balance issues" comment. Dude, I've since recalculated your mass not to exceed 140lbs. Your 11" arms and obv just a killer on the recumbent bike. COME GET SOME!
You mean children? lol is this the El platform story? Where you were strapped? Doesn't your jaw dislocate/articulate to take it in? That's what I heard. nvm.
The pathos of making up the "restaurant story" after the absurdity of your "strapped" Chicago El bullshit. "Gotta grab 'em!" I am LMAO. Tears.
Desty forgot the part after he reluctantly tuned up the Marine (it was probably for his own good I'm sure) he tea bagged his supermodel wife while his 16 year old finished the Harvard acceptance letter vis a vis his lacrosse scholarship.
It was tough. He was built like a Weeble so I couldn't analyze his muscular imbalances using the DTB2 method of fakery/fuckery/absurdity. I would turn you out, dude. More of your asymmetric warfare stories, please! No mercy for you, Toodles.