Last Sunday night, after the world cup (yes, with no capital letters) final, at my (ex) fave pub, I punched a guy real hard... Oh my!
That prick was on I don't remember what, but he came to me once, saying whatever putting his hand on one of my buns. :eek:
I told him: "Don't you ever do that again, jerk, or else you'll remember my fist in your silly face, right?!"
2 minutes later, he watered the same kind a crap at my face. Well. He got what I had told him. He fell backwards against the wall where the wide screen was hung, four meters behind. BOOM! He hit the wall pretty hard, fell down on the floor and was groggy for a few seconds.
I was scared for a couple of seconds, not because of that cunt's health in itself but concerning a possible lawsuit (yes, that longtime American craze has crossed the Atlantic for a long time...) due to some damage (as for his brain, well, it couldn't be more shitty).
A gal and two other folks helped him stand back up, and from then on the whole fucking pub leagued against me, even a couple of my friends with whom I had come there...
I have no problem being opposed to some unanimity against me, I mean it has happened in the past. But having supposed friends howling with (not wolves, but) jackals, I made up my mind not setting foot there, and even in any other pub here ever.
I've just e-mailed the members of my band to tell them I quit, as the group is linked to the city a lot, and above all because one of the guys barking with the hyenas simply was the bass player.
So, I've never been used to compromising, really, so I've sent ALL of them to fuck. Yes.
And I'll never, ever, back down. The hell with all of them.
Cheers! :bottle: And
That prick was on I don't remember what, but he came to me once, saying whatever putting his hand on one of my buns. :eek:
I told him: "Don't you ever do that again, jerk, or else you'll remember my fist in your silly face, right?!"
2 minutes later, he watered the same kind a crap at my face. Well. He got what I had told him. He fell backwards against the wall where the wide screen was hung, four meters behind. BOOM! He hit the wall pretty hard, fell down on the floor and was groggy for a few seconds.
I was scared for a couple of seconds, not because of that cunt's health in itself but concerning a possible lawsuit (yes, that longtime American craze has crossed the Atlantic for a long time...) due to some damage (as for his brain, well, it couldn't be more shitty).
A gal and two other folks helped him stand back up, and from then on the whole fucking pub leagued against me, even a couple of my friends with whom I had come there...
I have no problem being opposed to some unanimity against me, I mean it has happened in the past. But having supposed friends howling with (not wolves, but) jackals, I made up my mind not setting foot there, and even in any other pub here ever.
I've just e-mailed the members of my band to tell them I quit, as the group is linked to the city a lot, and above all because one of the guys barking with the hyenas simply was the bass player.
So, I've never been used to compromising, really, so I've sent ALL of them to fuck. Yes.
And I'll never, ever, back down. The hell with all of them.
Cheers! :bottle: And
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