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Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Elephant Bullets
Remember the bull from Bugs Bunny?
Yeah…him.
Imagine him somehow were-morphed into human form. That's who I had to spar with tonight…
Now, imagine the were-bull tenderizing 250 pounds of raw steak…with Thor's hammer.
That was me…18 minutes on the mat with a minotaur, bay-beee!!!!
'member when I was all like, "I wanna spar with somebody MY size?" Fuck that! Gimme more skinny dudes. My shoulders and neck are BURNING, right now. That fool grabbed my head in both hands and freaking YANKED! Fortunately, I'm fast as a cobra. I hit the mat and skidded away like a hockey puck. (Hockey pucks are black, see?) Anyway, he grabbed my ankles and yanked. He grabbed my arms and yanked. He...sensing a theme here? I'm glad his ass was tired from training all day. Sheesh. Fighting him fresh would've been a nightmare!
The teacher said good training, though!
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