I'm not joking.
There are a bunch of guys like this in Australia.
So today, i get a knock on the door by this pretty large guy. (shorter and fatter than me).
The first thing he asks me is: "Have you ever been afraid for your life?"
This is the sort of question that requires a week long answer or none, so I keep my mouth shut.
Then he asks me: "Have you ever heard of Karate?"
I decide to be a douche and say no.
This was actually pretty hilarious. He asks me if I have a few minutes of my time, and I figured that it's not every day that you get to ridicule a ninjer to their face, so I invite him in for a coffee, and we spend the next 30 minutes with him recounting his former 'war' stories in which Karate has saved his life, explaining how it has taught him to be "READY FOR ANY------"
At this point I pushed his chair over backwards, and he cracked his head on the side of my Kitchen table, knocking him out cold.
I did my best to revive him, and he asked me what happened.
I told him that he was leaning back on his chair and slipped.
I think he knew I was lying, and he picked up his bags, shook my hand and said that he'd be happy to see me down at his Dojo.
Needless to say, I haven't gone down.
His organisation:
http://www.gkrkarate.com
There are a bunch of guys like this in Australia.
So today, i get a knock on the door by this pretty large guy. (shorter and fatter than me).
The first thing he asks me is: "Have you ever been afraid for your life?"
This is the sort of question that requires a week long answer or none, so I keep my mouth shut.
Then he asks me: "Have you ever heard of Karate?"
I decide to be a douche and say no.
This was actually pretty hilarious. He asks me if I have a few minutes of my time, and I figured that it's not every day that you get to ridicule a ninjer to their face, so I invite him in for a coffee, and we spend the next 30 minutes with him recounting his former 'war' stories in which Karate has saved his life, explaining how it has taught him to be "READY FOR ANY------"
At this point I pushed his chair over backwards, and he cracked his head on the side of my Kitchen table, knocking him out cold.
I did my best to revive him, and he asked me what happened.
I told him that he was leaning back on his chair and slipped.
I think he knew I was lying, and he picked up his bags, shook my hand and said that he'd be happy to see me down at his Dojo.
Needless to say, I haven't gone down.
His organisation:
http://www.gkrkarate.com
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