please provide name of fighter, date and location of sparring session and video proof or contact information to fighter so we may verify and corroborate this story
That reminds me of a story:
I walked into the tattoo shop and greeted the woman behind the counter. I inquired after Sonja. She said “Why do you want to know about Sonja?”
I said “Because I’ve known her for seven years. I’m a friend of Geoff”
She started being extremely rude and threatening. She said “Lots of guys come in off the street saying they know Sonja”.
I said “Perhaps, but why not check to verify?”
I said “What is all this about? Sonja has a boyfriend and I’m celibate”.
I said I wished to see Lozz (the font specialist)
She very rudely replied “Tattoos are upstairs”
I said “Once you get to know me better you will realise that I don’t operate as other people do”
She said “I don’t wish to” and picked up the phone, trying to intimidate me.
I said “Put the fucking phone down, I’m reporting you to Sonja”.
She said “Good Sonja is my boss” in a bitchy self satisfied way.
I said “Then I suggest you clean out your things and go looking for another job”
I walked upstairs and alerted Lozz, who came down.
The woman repeatedly said stuff like “This guy is scaring the shit of me” I responded “I’m 20ft away, do I have 20ft arms?”
She said “Get him out of my shop” “It isn’t your shop you’re Sonja’s subordinate.”
“You are also in breach of the Disabilities Act of 1996”
Moral of the story:
People are obsessed with secs. Obsessed.
Did I ever tell everybody about the time I totally owned Melvin Guillard in a streetfight at this bar in New Orleans? No? Oh, right, that never happened and nobody would believe me if I started spouting off stupid shit like that. It is my ability to cognitate such notions that puts me closer to Ubermenscht status than Angry Spastic will ever be.
His name is Mr Daniel Armfield formerly of the Peace Corps. Daniel (or Dan) is 170cm tall and weighs 55kg with a thin wiry build, black spiky hair and deep blue eyes and fair skin and a notably nasal voice. His last known address was in Brisbane working for the now defunct Queensland Wattle League.
His tour was in Cambodia.
In death, a member of Project Mayhem has a name. His name was Daniel Armfield!
I don’t know whether Dan IS alive or dead. But if he is alive I’d like a few more rounds on the mat where he used his special “gaffed fish” grappling.
I’m going to go to the registry of Births Deaths and Marriages.
He was adopted, that should narrow it down. Armfield is an unusual name.
I don’t know whether Dan IS alive or dead. But if he is alive I’d like a few more rounds on the mat where he used his special “gaffed fish” grappling.
I’m going to go to the registry of Births Deaths and Marriages.
He was adopted, that should narrow it down. Armfield is an unusual name.
perhaps… but amusing none the less
I gotta hand it you. You always do a fine job in refining your gimmick over the course of your breaks from posting. Everytime I think you’ve gotten old and stale, you always give me a reason to keep reading your ridiculous shi’ite.
Thus making it not brilliant at all.
Fug
I’m actually very nice in person. I’m not a homicidal maniac. In fact my eldest brother made me swear not to bump off myself or anyone else. I stand by that.
Besides, I just didn’t get the right opportunities in life.
What have I done? Bitten the heads off a box of kittens? Picked a vagrant’s pockets while he’s dead to the world on methylated spirits? Alternately tossed bricks through church and mosque windows, one with a paperback Koran attached, one with a bible? Picked my academic “opponent” up and thrown him scooter and all into a drainpipe?
I think this is turning into a bit of a witch hunt here.
If he floats, He’s a witch,
Burn the Witch!
I love that movie
Dude gimme a single good fucking reason to take you seriously… ever.
Why? You’re a soldier, not my shrink.
Here’s one: I spent a year detained for violent behaviour.
Here’s another: I outperform most people on general knowledge and verbal skills. Argue the point if you wish but those damn standardised tests are as good as they’re getting.
Why should I take YOU seriously? I mean, I meet ex-military personnel with fewer brains than me all the time!
Plus the UK is a total fucking mess and I’d wrangle a British passport out of my sociopathic stepdad and fuck off to Scandinavia via the EU to find my distant relatives.
There’s are only three reasons to go to the UK:
- To visit my friend Mat
- To tour the Viz offices in Newcastle-Upon-Tyne
- To stab somebody with my keys upon hearing a “convict” joke and then get them to look my last name up and realise it isn’t British. And then force them to read the Fatal Shore, jabbing them every time they stumbled over a sentence.
I’ve made the ‘story’ easier to read and added comments in PINK.
Actually I AM celibate by choice. Look up “asexuality”
You really come across as very self satisfied Lily. If you can build a world view on that, more power to you but I don’t want to hear about it.
Plus, how can you claim to be a witness to something that happened up the other end of the country? :5dunce:
And the reference to “not operating as others do” comes from having NLD, you dumb pretentious slag.
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You really come across as very self satisfied Lily.
Self satisfied? Far from it.
Plus, how can you claim to be a witness to something that happened up the other end of the country? :5dunce:
It was a work of fiction in the first place, I just condensed it.
And the reference to “not operating as others do” comes from having NLD, you dumb pretentious slag.
I’m definitely pretentious.
No such thing.
but what also floats…
“ducks!”
“Ohhh ohhh!!! Very small rocks!”
lol