Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Fists of Steel

What are you looking at? You think you're funny? HA HA HA, yeah, that's real funny. Say something like that again, and I'll hit you with my fists of steel. Yeah, you better walk away. I'm gonna go tell the vice principal you've been bothering me, and then we'll see how funny you think this is. Yeah? Keep talking, I'll drain your face into the ground! Last time I hit a guy he spent 6 months in the hospital and another year learning to walk again. Yeah, keep up the harassment, you'll get what's coming to you, from me, the vice principal, and my fists of steel. My dad could buy and sell your dad. You keep saying things like that and I'm calling the police. I'll hit you so hard your grandmother will feel it. I'll drain your face with my fists of steel.


Blogger paulo said...

I'm not scared of you. I don't know Karate, but I know Ka-razy. My Karate instructor gave me a black belt. I call him sensei. I once punched through a fence. Don't mess with me. I'll tell on you in the blink of an eye if you say one word to me.

7:57 PM  
Blogger Lew said...

Man, I don't want to hurt you but I will if you don't quit looking at me. My dad runs this town, I can have the police at your house in 10 minutes. But I don't need to because I'll deal with you myself. You think you're cool? We'll see how cool you are when I drain your face.

8:03 PM  
Blogger paulo said...

I'm not scared of you OR your dad. My dad drinks a protein shake every day and he can leg press nearly 2000 pounds, so you don't even want me to bring him into this. This is between you and me. Who are you trying to get crazy with, ese? Don't you know I'm loco? One of these days these boots are going to walk all over you.

8:07 PM  
Blogger Lew said...

I'd kick you down right now except I have to catch a plane to California. This surf board company is flying me out there to design thier surfboards and they pay me thousands of dollars. As soon as I get back I'm gonna drain your face into the ground with my fists of steel. I don't care if I get thrown in jail, my dad will have me out in two hours. Was that a threat? Was that a threat? Yeah, keep up the harassment. I'm sure the vice principal will want to hear about this.

8:20 PM  
Blogger paulo said...

Oh yeah? My dad is good friends with the judge, and there's no way you're getting out of jail if you even say a word to me. You hear me? One word. Don't even look in my direction. I'll knock you down a flight of stairs! I got nunchucks!

8:29 PM  
Blogger Lew said...

I don't care about the judge, and I don't care about nunchucks, I've got fists of steel and there's nothing that can stand between them and your face. Why don't you go cry on your daddy's shoulder?

8:45 PM  
Blogger paulo said...

That's some big talk for a guy who is about to be demolished by the fury of a thousand fists of doom! Oh? Are you scared? Yeah, I know you are. Tell your dad I said hey, and I'm gonna punch him, too.

8:48 PM  
Blogger Lew said...

I'm gonna ram my 4 wheeler right down your throat if you don't shut your mouth right now. Nobody talks to me like that, and nobody says a word about my father. If I catch you off school grounds, you're a dead man, paulo, A DEAD MAN.

9:05 PM  
Blogger Orhan Kahn said...

Oh. My. God.


Captain of the Shitliner. Discoverer of the Canary Shit Islands. General of he Shitastic Army. Owner of the Shits of Steel.

6:39 AM  
Blogger Lew said...

SAY THAT TO MY FACE!!! What did you say about me? The only army I need is an army of three: Me, and my two fists of steel, and you're gonna find out just how good my army is in about 5 seconds if you keep talking.

12:13 PM  

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