There was one big Asian lad who made a ritual out of punching me in the stomach whenever he walked past me. I used to brace myself my breathing in deeply before the impact, but it never really helped.Originally Posted by IUFG
There was one big Asian lad who made a ritual out of punching me in the stomach whenever he walked past me. I used to brace myself my breathing in deeply before the impact, but it never really helped.
Why didn't you **** the bloke into next week, you disgusting little weasel?
You make me sick. I wish he'd killed you.
He was absolutely ****ing stacked.
The weird thing is, he was perfectly nice to me other than this intermittently played out routine.
I bullied some little worm relentlessly for about 3 years. The little ****'s life was an absolute misery. I once removed his batting gloves, the type with the rubber spikes on, and belaboured his face with them until he cried. The pathetic, wimpering brat. One day he stopped crying, pulled himself up to his full height, straightened his quivering lip and threw a pathetic excuse for a punch, like a girl trying to throw a ball. Filled with a new-found respect for him, I beat him almost insensible.
So there you are.
You do realize that there are a few people on here who have met you and are fully aware of what a scrawny bag of bones you are?
I mean you couldn't put a scare into Karen Carpenter.
Big words, moosefúcker.
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