I may be an inept forger and rancid cunt, but I make up for it by
being short *and* fat.
"You know I would demolish you in a fistfight."
-Me, in a final, desperate attempt
to salvage my pride after being pummeled
senseless.
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> What's next- a fist fight challenge"
Sure, why not? Meet me at the Jolly Kone hamburger shack in
Bakersfield. I've dispatched a couple of other Usenet loudmouth fat
fucks in the parking lot there. I know the proprietor. If it appears
you've already suffered your stroke, I'll only use one hand to flatten
you.
-Me, explaining my fantasy "fist-fight" victories.
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"You still haven't recovered from the ass-kicking I gave you at the
Jolly Kone, have you? <chuckle>"
-Me to doctor postalman, 11/18/2017, referring to
another imaginary "fist fight"
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>You are fit for someone to slam a fist into your florid fat face.
-Me, losing another argument.
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"I would gladly pay $2,000 for the privilege of beating your fucking
face to a pulp in person."
-Me, losing again
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