Fighting on the street.

I tend to be a bit cocky with mates and this can be a problem in the city. I’m only 5’10 and i have had a few close encounters becuase of my mouth. (Said the wrong thing at the wrong time). Unfortunatly for me, i tend to piss off the guys that are bigger than all my friends put together…so my mates tend to bail and leave me to fight by myself. This has happened 5 times, and 3 of those 5 times i have had the living shit kicked out of me.

I have no problem hitting someone if they are going to hurt me, but i can never seem to hit some one 3 times bigger then me. I freeze and instead of fighting i try to dodge and run. But this only gets me tired and eventually i get bashed.

Does anyone have any tip’s on how to focus more. I need to forget they are huge but i find it hard.

(Don’t say not to get in the fight in the 1st place, it ain’t as easy as that)

:5hot: :wcacjack

Stop being a dumbass.

PL

I won’t even try… Ugh.

What’s up with all the TKD trolls?

He is not really TKD. He is a ninja pretending to be TKD.

If he was TKD, he would’ve been able to kick the snot out of those guys who are bigger than him. Not only would the superior strenght of his legs be able to knock out the guys, but his greatly enhanced flexiblity would allow him to kick to the neck and head. This would result in easy KOs.

The fact that all he can do is dodge and run is further proof he is a ninja.

if they are twice your size, your in shit

shut your stupid mouth.
if you cant do that start running daily, so you dont “get tired” next time you can run away successfully

Practice a technique called “Shutting the fuck up”. Start here.

I went out for a walk, when suddenly nomadic raiders came and stole my flock of sheep. What can I do to prevent this?

I made a really yummy protein shake in an empty gatorade bottle, and there’s protein powder left in the bottom that didn’t completely mix with the milk. I want to eat it without cutting open the bottle. What can I do? This is serious by the way and I’m really upset.

I have a problem.

My proclamation of royalty, namely, that I am “The King of Carrot Flowers” has gotten me into trouble with the REAL lord of Phallus shaped vegetables upon my forays into the Vic markets. My friends tend to desert me at the sight of a large hairy man running towards us shouting incoherent threats generally involving a bizarre form of ritual sodomy with said vegetables.

Eventually, through this weekly form of exercise, I have calculated that the large gent will be fit enough to successfully pursue me to capture within two weeks.

What do I do??

The joke was already dumb when I made it.

UPDATE

I used the handle of a spatula to get to the powder, crisis averted.