I was on the beach eating pizza.
Then I noticed a policeman fines some mid chad on a motorcycle and his roastie at the back of the seat said after he was done giving him a ticket.
"Are you going to fine me too?"
The policeman responded
"I don't wanna get smeared in shit."
I yelled "Yieeeaa!", like Butters from South Park.
The policeman yelled back "Thank you!" to me and drove off.
The mid chad Sebastian on a motorcycle didn't like me admitting the policeman's reality check on his roastie.
He was bigger than me. Came up to me and was about to hit me.
I thought to myself.
This mustn't register on emotional level.
First. Distract target.
Throw pizza on his face and run around the beach yelling to everyone that he is a pussy, bitch and a simp.
Everyone laughs at him.
He takes someone's bottle of beer and intends to shatter it and attack me with it.
I sprint up to him before he does that and elbow strike him, take away the bottle and throw it to sea, while yelling that he is from pathologic family.
He fell backwards, on a table, before he even thought to get mad I was already launching a juicy backflip kick from another table on his face.
His roastie yelled don't kill him and I missed landind that kick on his forehead. Ended up kicking him in the chest and pushing him over the table he fell on before.
Then I thought to myself.
"Man, fuck 'Don't kill him!'"
I got around the table, grabbed him by the neck and slammed his face against the cannonball that was lying down on the beach, a couple of times with extreme force.
Blood was bursting out of this motherfucker, when I was done with him he was dead as fuck, with half of the face blown up. Fatality.
His roastie screamed in terror and everyone applauded me.
Then I noticed a policeman fines some mid chad on a motorcycle and his roastie at the back of the seat said after he was done giving him a ticket.
"Are you going to fine me too?"
The policeman responded
"I don't wanna get smeared in shit."
I yelled "Yieeeaa!", like Butters from South Park.
The policeman yelled back "Thank you!" to me and drove off.
The mid chad Sebastian on a motorcycle didn't like me admitting the policeman's reality check on his roastie.
He was bigger than me. Came up to me and was about to hit me.
I thought to myself.
This mustn't register on emotional level.
First. Distract target.
Throw pizza on his face and run around the beach yelling to everyone that he is a pussy, bitch and a simp.
Everyone laughs at him.
He takes someone's bottle of beer and intends to shatter it and attack me with it.
I sprint up to him before he does that and elbow strike him, take away the bottle and throw it to sea, while yelling that he is from pathologic family.
He fell backwards, on a table, before he even thought to get mad I was already launching a juicy backflip kick from another table on his face.
His roastie yelled don't kill him and I missed landind that kick on his forehead. Ended up kicking him in the chest and pushing him over the table he fell on before.
Then I thought to myself.
"Man, fuck 'Don't kill him!'"
I got around the table, grabbed him by the neck and slammed his face against the cannonball that was lying down on the beach, a couple of times with extreme force.
Blood was bursting out of this motherfucker, when I was done with him he was dead as fuck, with half of the face blown up. Fatality.
His roastie screamed in terror and everyone applauded me.
