Forever Fat; A lifetime of bulldinkietwinkies

**Jadonblade** · Posted On: 4/14/2009 7:46pm

Originally Posted by MrBadGuy

Yep, I started Kuk Sool Won when I was 8.

Nearly 12 years of Martial Misfortune.

*Reminisces wistfully*

You should be pretty good by now :D

**MrBadGuy** · Posted On: 4/14/2009 10:23pm

You'd be surprised.

***jnp*** · Posted On: 4/15/2009 12:34am

Originally Posted by Jadonblade

You should be pretty good by now :D

We only sparred for a few minutes, but MBG is a solid blue belt in my opinion. I'm not just saying that because I blanked on my favorite closed guard break either.

**MrBadGuy** · Posted On: 4/15/2009 3:45pm

And on that note, here's the sequel to this whale of a tale!

Forever Fat II; Still lovin life, Still eatin bulldinkietwinkies - No BS Martial Arts

Please note, all further updates will be in that thread, due to the fact this thread is too big.

**3moose1** · Posted On: 4/15/2009 8:32pm

like my penis

**Sley** · Posted On: 4/15/2009 8:41pm

Originally Posted by 3moose1

we don't like french people.

Don't tell him that, then how will me get him to make us crepes!!!!

**3moose1** · Posted On: 4/15/2009 9:24pm

Originally Posted by Sley

Don't tell him that, then how will me get him to make us crepes!!!!

What. The. ****. Was. That?

Did you just rape sentence structure?

You made it your bitch, you took NO prisoners.

Also, pancakes are better then crepes.

**Scott Larson** · Posted On: 4/17/2009 1:35pm

Just got finished reading the whole thing.

Amazing adventures. I am jealous of your cool family.

**DKJr** · Posted On: 4/17/2009 5:55pm

BG mentioned he wanted someone else's perspective on what happened I decided to give a timely and well thought out attempt, so here it goes.

*Imagine Jack Bauer's Voice "The following takes place between 11am-1pm."
I woke that morning with dilemma already set infront of me. Go to MMA class or save my energies for the potential clash of the titans that was to come later that day? In the end I decided MMA class would give me a good warmup and I would have something to work on at the Throwdown. After a cruel and unusal warm-up at Elite MMA, I set out to find the mysterious location known as Meng's Martial Arts.

I myself was hoping to finally meet several legendary/infamous posters like Indy, the eclectic Tharuz and the one who brought his demise Daniel. Of course last but not least the Narrative Genius Mr. BadGuy. During my drive over I contemplated the internet flame-wars that had raged over the past months surrounding the troll known as Tharuz. Wondrous thoughts flowed through my imagination of a comedic beatdown that I would witness. Taking a breath and grabbing my gear I walked across the parking lot without knowing what to expect.

"The following takes place between 1pm-3pm

As I walked inside looking at the gym that I would never imagine a kung fu school would look like I was greeted by a charismatic owner Brad. We exchanged pleasantries and he told me how the throwdowns work while I signed some paper work. Walking into the bag room I attempted to soak in my surroundings.

Daniel was the first to greet me asking my user name and my real name [Edited for Content]. Next was our favorite Bard MBG, after exchanging some banter and finding him as humorous in person as he is online I suggested some striking since everyone else was doing it.

After trading hands and leg kicks I couldn't help but notice a lack of aggression or precision in his strikes. So we decided to switch to some man hugging. As much as I'd like to say I remember all of it, my memory is fuzzy maybe it's from sniffing glue as a kid or getting choked too much regardless I remember him being a legit blue belt in nogi. His halfguard was especially difficult, causing me to resort to my game of foot tickling (leglocks). After rolling Daniel expressed interest in some stand-up. Thinking back to Tharuz demolishment I accepted hoping there would be no repeat performance.

After some exchanges I felt reasonably comfortable. I have to complement Daniel on his striking, footwork, and leg sweeps (plus hes nicer than Mr. Rogers). Next I was asked to spar by what appeared to be a man carved from stone, his name was Eno. I thought I had met physically gifted athletes but this guy was a monster. During our entertaining sparring session the man threw punches that even when grazing hurt like hell. It went on for a while and was pretty fun, there was even an aikidoesque event involving a wall.

After a while I was slightly disappointed in the absence of a Tharuz thrashing, but content with some throwing hands and grappling. In the end I have to say the bullies didn't look anything like my vivid imagine made them out to look like. MBG was supposed to have a mustache, and Daniel needed more tattoos. Then we took a gay group picture, and bid farewell with talks of another TD.