Don't take this the wrong way it's just funny. I'm not going to start fighting 5 year olds.
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2 comments:
Honestly Steve, I think you are selling yourself short. I think you could easily take on at least 20 five year olds. I think this for two reasons.
One, I've seen you fight, and you have mastered the art of "the windmill". You come running at your opponent(s) with both arms rotating in full swing, wailing like a girl scout that just had her cookies stolen.
Two, you fight dirty. I know you wouldn't hesitate to scratch eyes, pull hair and throw dirt, which is why I have always felt safe whilst walking with you in dangerous areas.
I did not take your test because I already know how many five year olds I could take in a fight. The number is 11. I know this because the last time I was attacked by a gang of five year olds, I beat one incredibly badly, then picked him up and used his limp body to beat the others, I got through ten until the little bastards mounted each other like Voltron and pummeled me...and yes, I was dressed like a clown....and it was a birthday party.
Apparently I can take 26 5 year olds. I will now start a rigorous training session that will take me through the Jungles of the Amazon, to the top of the Himalayas, and through the piranha infested rivers of the Nile. I will not Stop until I have the ability to beat up at least 50 5 year olds. or 5 50 year olds, or 25 10 year olds. whichever is easiest...
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