Here's the opposite: In middle school, I had cool patches all over my backpack. Mostly punk rock bands- Nofx, The Sex Pistols, the ramones, rancid, the buzzcocks, etc., except for one, which read: Black belt club. At this point I wasn't a black belt, but I'd be training in shotokan karate for 5 years or so , and boxing on the side. Anyways, it was like the third day of school, and this kid Tommy decided to pick a fight with me specifically because of my 'black belt club' patch.This was a regrettable decision. To his credit, I was new to the school, so he had no reason to know what he was getting into.
When I walked out of the class, he came at me, surrounded by all the kids from the class and started running his mouth some more. I interrupted him, told him to quit being such a nancy boy and get on with it. He swung and missed, and I grabbed him and slammed his head into the wall next to me. Repeatedly. Then, when he slumped to the ground, I pulled his pants down around his ankles, leaving him there cowering in his tighty whities. It was frickin awesome.
Unrelated: the other day I went to target and parked outside was a minivan that had one of those stuffed animals with suction cup hands hanging in the window. It was Patrick Star, from spongebob, wearing a gi with a brazilian flag on it. Bad-ass, right? It would be hilarious if someone got pissed off and started chasing him, and then decided to back off because of the mean-looking patrick.
It used to be that if some guy was following my like that, I would stop my car, get out, and tear ass after him. But now they passed a law in florida that EVERYONE can carry guns in their cars, to and from work, and I have a family to protect. So my balls, good sirs, have gone right out the window. Good move driving around and not getting into a confrontaiton.
When I walked out of the class, he came at me, surrounded by all the kids from the class and started running his mouth some more. I interrupted him, told him to quit being such a nancy boy and get on with it. He swung and missed, and I grabbed him and slammed his head into the wall next to me. Repeatedly. Then, when he slumped to the ground, I pulled his pants down around his ankles, leaving him there cowering in his tighty whities. It was frickin awesome.
Unrelated: the other day I went to target and parked outside was a minivan that had one of those stuffed animals with suction cup hands hanging in the window. It was Patrick Star, from spongebob, wearing a gi with a brazilian flag on it. Bad-ass, right? It would be hilarious if someone got pissed off and started chasing him, and then decided to back off because of the mean-looking patrick.
It used to be that if some guy was following my like that, I would stop my car, get out, and tear ass after him. But now they passed a law in florida that EVERYONE can carry guns in their cars, to and from work, and I have a family to protect. So my balls, good sirs, have gone right out the window. Good move driving around and not getting into a confrontaiton.
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