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When I was in high school I had a whole lot of people try and knock me off since I was one of the biggest people in school. I was 6-4 and since I was on the football team I was always bulked up. I tipped the scales at 230. Add to that the fact that I still had a fair amount of yankee left in me, I was always in a skuffle. That finally gave way when I was running out of faces to punch. After that the only time I ever got into a fight was when someone was bullying someone else. Yeah I was that guy, the bully hunter.
The last time I was close to a fight it was at the gas station and I had a run in with some, we will call them people for the sake of the conversation, and I was outnumbered three to one. I very calmly removed the lid from the 20oz cup of coffee I had just purchased and told them I was going to take one of them out with it and then deal with the other two. Oddly enough no one volunteered to be "the one". I just rolled my eyes called them a girly name and walked off, very happy to have not gotten my a55 beat.
We won't discuss my ex son in law who must of had a tattoo on him that said Everlast, cause he sure was fun to whup up on.
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Electrical problems on a pick-up will do that to a guy- 1990C4S
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