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2020-06-07 at 1:02 AM UTCNo you didn't.
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2020-06-07 at 1:05 AM UTCI like the degeneracy of this thread, goddammit narc you're the definition of waster God bless ye!
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2020-06-07 at 1:24 AM UTC
Originally posted by Narc I guess they his. He's the typical wannabe local psycho "Come on then?" type nigga. possesses zero negotiating skills other than "Give me that or I'll smash your head in?" That type of dumbass.
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2020-06-07 at 1:29 AM UTC
Originally posted by Narc This dude is like 30, pretty big strong fucker in his prime and ain't no teenager having the brawn, brains or balls taking him on.
You just chatting your usual shit speculum.
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I was a professional boxer at 13. I could take down a guy three times my size in a matter of literally seconds. Every shot I gave, especially the first one, was enough to almost take the head right off. I got so many knockouts in as a kid it was like magic. Nobody fucked with me, and if they did, they'd soon find out the hard way. But I didn't have the attitude at all. Quiet, well-spoken, well-mannered, but when I was in the right, look out. Never lost a fight in my life, to this day. Fights have always been my specialty. I've probably been in over two thousand fights. Got my head rocked a few times, especially with those short, stocky lefties, but as I said, I've never lost a fight. I'm built to last, and I'm lightning fast. When I hit you, you don't even see it, until you see the stars. Even at my current age, I know I can take practically anyone in my vicinity, no matter how big they are. In fact, I've found the bigger they are, the easier they are. They have the weight and muscle, but they lose on speed, and if you can manage your speed and accuracy to 100%, like me, they don't even stand a chance. -
2020-06-07 at 1:34 AM UTC
Originally posted by Narc Had another run in with those two a couple of days ago. Long story short they appeared behind me just as I was about 100 yards from home, she started gobbing off about wanting the rest of her shit back. I just said you know what you gotta do, bring my shit back and you can have it. Then I just went up through my door and left them both outside. I got up into my apartment and I heard a crash downstairs, I grabbed this bottle and shit and went out my door and he was charging up the stairs with his top off, he must have bounced the front door thru and got in the building. I was above him and literally drenched him with a squirty bottle I'd filled with acetone nail varnish remover, and I had one of those big long bbq lighter things, like a long lighter with a trigger type thing. He turned straight round and dashes out screaming "He just sprayed me with fucking acid", lol. I chased him down to the front door and said "that's acetone you dumb cunt, come in here now and I'll light you up like fucking guy fawkes". He stood there screaming "Your fucking dead" over and over.
Some people clearly don't know when to cut their losses and move on. I blame her tho, that weren't about the junk she left in my place. I would have sold it but you couldn't even get a tenner for it. Its like a hair dryer and some old clothes and a few dumb bell weights and a bar, that's all it is. She just wanted to start some shit thinking she could just send her attack dog in after me. The dude could be in the serious burns ward right now with 3rd degree burns, that's how much she cares about him. He's just a dumb young fool who fallen for the wrong bitch is all.
Oh yeah that was it, she was gobbing off about going to the police about those pics I took of her, you know the ones she clearly posed for? fucking lololll. This is like a whole other level of dumb bitch. He's up in court in about 2 weeks an all, he seems pretty certain he's going back to jail for whatever the fuck he's up for. She clearly doesn't think too far ahead.
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2020-06-07 at 1:36 AM UTCThe head wound weren't that bad really, it healed pretty quick. The gash on my leg went a bit nasty this last week tho. It initially scabbed over and seemed to be healing nicely. It was getting itchy, you know like scabs do once they've healed so you scratch them off and you have all regrown skin underneath. But as I was scratching it, it was just the edges were coming away and the middle was still stuck fast. But I ended up ripping it right off and found a big deep hole in my shin full of nasty gunk and even pulled a chunk of flesh out that wasn't even connected to anything. Looking at the crow bar again you can clearly see blood all over the sharp claw end side so it seems they dug that part right into my shin. I got antiseptic cream and been keeping cleaning all the shitty gunk out and rubbing plenty of cream in. Its starting to heal a lot better now.
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2020-06-07 at 1:36 AM UTC
Originally posted by -SpectraL I was a professional boxer at 13. I could take down a guy three times my size in a matter of literally seconds. Every shot I gave, especially the first one, was enough to almost take the head right off. I got so many knockouts in as a kid it was like magic. Nobody fucked with me, and if they did, they'd soon find out the hard way. But I didn't have the attitude at all. Quiet, well-spoken, well-mannered, but when I was in the right, look out. Never lost a fight in my life, to this day. Fights have always been my specialty. I've probably been in over two thousand fights. Got my head rocked a few times, especially with those short, stocky lefties, but as I said, I've never lost a fight. I'm built to last, and I'm lightning fast. When I hit you, you don't even see it, until you see the stars. Even at my current age, I know I can take practically anyone in my vicinity, no matter how big they are. In fact, I've found the bigger they are, the easier they are. They have the weight and muscle, but they lose on speed, and if you can manage your speed and accuracy to 100%, like me, they don't even stand a chance.
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2020-06-07 at 1:38 AM UTC
Originally posted by -SpectraL I was a professional boxer at 13. I could take down a guy three times my size in a matter of literally seconds. Every shot I gave, especially the first one, was enough to almost take the head right off. I got so many knockouts in as a kid it was like magic. Nobody fucked with me, and if they did, they'd soon find out the hard way. But I didn't have the attitude at all. Quiet, well-spoken, well-mannered, but when I was in the right, look out. Never lost a fight in my life, to this day. Fights have always been my specialty. I've probably been in over two thousand fights. Got my head rocked a few times, especially with those short, stocky lefties, but as I said, I've never lost a fight. I'm built to last, and I'm lightning fast. When I hit you, you don't even see it, until you see the stars. Even at my current age, I know I can take practically anyone in my vicinity, no matter how big they are. In fact, I've found the bigger they are, the easier they are. They have the weight and muscle, but they lose on speed, and if you can manage your speed and accuracy to 100%, like me, they don't even stand a chance.
So you would have gone pro if that were true.
Stop chatting shit you moron.
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2020-06-07 at 1:39 AM UTC
Originally posted by Narc It weren't that bad, it healed pretty quick. The gash on my leg went a bit nasty this last week tho. It initially scabbed over and seemed to be healing nicely. It was getting itchy, you know like scabs do once they've healed so you scratch them off and you have all regrown skin underneath. But as I was scratching it, it was just the edges were coming away and the middle was still stuck fast. But I ended up ripping it right off and found a big deep hole in my shin full of nasty gunk and even pulled a chunk of flesh out that wasn't even connected to anything. Looking at the crow bar again you can clearly see blood all over the sharp claw end side so it seems they dug that part right into my shin. I got antiseptic cream and been keeping cleaning all the shitty gunk out and rubbing plenty of cream in. Its starting to heal a lot better now.
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2020-06-07 at 1:43 AM UTC
Originally posted by vindicktive vinny you didnt go to the hospital ?
no, I think they pretty busy with other shit right now. Besides the last place I want to be with open wounds is where all the infected covid victims are with the virus supposedly airbourne as they're saying it is.
Also I'm not a big fucking baby.
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2020-06-07 at 1:52 AM UTCAt one point, all my knuckles on both hands had a bunch of hairline fractures all over them, from knocking in so many heads. My knees were getting the same way, my elbows were getting soft and sore. Basically, my whole body started to display a lot of internal damage. I'd take on three guys in the parking lot at once and stagger away bloodied and ragged, but they'd all be laying out dead to the world. I always made sure. Laying there with just the whites of their eyes looking up to the sky. Went up against guys with weapons, guns, knives, clubs, chairs, you name it. I'm very good at disarming an opponent, and then they get it all the harder and longer.
There was this one guy, though, I guess I was in my late 20's. I had him in a vice grip headlock of steel, there was no way he could break that hold, and I wailed on his face and head with my other fist for what seemed like a half hour. I delivered so many brutal shots right to his head, and he still wouldn't go lights out. I finally let go of him altogether and laid a series of my best shots straight to his head, front, sides, uppercuts, hooks, everything, and the damned bastard was still standing there with this dopey half smile. I couldn't believe it! I had never seen such a thing. I grabbed him by the head in both hands and slammed his full face right into my knee, and he just waddled backward after and just stood there looking dopey again, slightly swaying from side to side, but still didn't go down. His teeth were all smashed, his nose was ripped open, his lips were split right up the middles, a chunk of his ear was missing, blood running down his head, but still standing. Right there I thought must be losing it.
So I grabbed him in a headlock again and started nailing shots straight to his head as hard as I possibly could, and he STILL wouldn't drop. I was like, I can't believe this shit! Then my friend said "just leave him", and I still gave him at least ten more measured shots straight to the side and back and front of his head, just drilling shots in, but he was still grunting and squirming around a bit and still had legs under him. So I finally gave up and just took my friend's advice, because he was right - this guy was never going down, unless you actually dismembered his body, and even then, I'd bet the parts would still have been moving around. -
2020-06-07 at 2:02 AM UTC
Originally posted by Narc no, I think they pretty busy with other shit right now. Besides the last place I want to be with open wounds is where all the infected covid victims are with the virus supposedly airbourne as they're saying it is.
Also I'm not a big fucking baby.
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2020-06-07 at 2:03 AM UTC
Originally posted by -SpectraL At one point, all my knuckles on both hands had a bunch of hairline fractures all over them, from knocking in so many heads. My knees were getting the same way, my elbows were getting soft and sore. Basically, my whole body started to display a lot of internal damage. I'd take on three guys in the parking lot at once and stagger away bloodied and ragged, but they'd all be laying out dead to the world. I always made sure. Laying there with just the whites of their eyes looking up to the sky. Went up against guys with weapons, guns, knives, clubs, chairs, you name it. I'm very good at disarming an opponent, and then they get it all the harder and longer.
There was this one guy, though, I guess I was in my late 20's. I had him in a vice grip headlock of steel, there was no way he could break that hold, and I wailed on his face and head with my other fist for what seemed like a half hour. I delivered so many brutal shots right to his head, and he still wouldn't go lights out. I finally let go of him altogether and laid a series of my best shots straight to his head, front, sides, uppercuts, hooks, everything, and the damned bastard was still standing there with this dopey half smile. I couldn't believe it! I had never seen such a thing. I grabbed him by the head in both hands and slammed his full face right into my knee, and he just waddled backward after and just stood there looking dopey again, slightly swaying from side to side, but still didn't go down. His teeth were all smashed, his nose was ripped open, his lips were split right up the middles, a chunk of his ear was missing, blood running down his head, but still standing. Right there I thought must be losing it.
So I grabbed him in a headlock again and started nailing shots straight to his head as hard as I possibly could, and he STILL wouldn't drop. I was like, I can't believe this shit! Then my friend said "just leave him", and I still gave him at least ten more measured shots straight to the side and back and front of his head, just drilling shots in, but he was still grunting and squirming around a bit and still had legs under him. So I finally gave up and just took my friend's advice, because he was right - this guy was never going down, unless you actually dismembered his body, and even then, I'd bet the parts would still have been moving around.
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