HEY BRO DO YOU FIGHT

[?????]

are you my supe from work?

No, I am

[Tri4se]

In seventh or eighth grade there was this fat guy everybody hated. I was at a catholic school so there was only 30 people in my class. I was the only one to never bully him. The apparently saw that as a weakness and started bullying me.

So I stabbed him with the pointy end of a compass. 

[wawi]

are you my supe from work?

im ur worst nightmare

[Hippopo]

lol. wawi y r u lying??? lol i remeber when u tried to fight me and u were so scard u peed ur pants lol!!!!

[wawi]

lol. wawi y r u lying??? lol i remeber when u tried to fight me and u were so scard u peed ur pants lol!!!!

um no doesnt ring a bell bye hater

[applesauce]

Of course, I have never really encountered a problem walking in bad neighborhoods. It was my experience that if you just mind your business you typically don't get messed with.

Exactly, and the few times you tick someone off on accident, it's pretty easy to back out. Even thugs don't like to fight for no reason.

At least that's been my experience.

[Socks]

I follow the golden rule and present a very impressive appearance. This combination of typical coolness and genuine kindness facilities a sensation of awe and cultivates a sittuation of calm. I am treated with respect because of who I seem to be, and then admired and loved because of who I really am. I do not judge. I see. I understand. If you do not compromise yourself there is little reason to fear the unknown and your fellow man. When I showed up to my friend's home yesterday, there were people there who could not believe their eyes and tried to reconcile what they saw with what thy thought. I had them in shock and mesmerized at the kid who looked and talked and acted so mature and paid and fine, iconic and wise, yet was rolling herb like a professional and passing the blunt around free, as if for me it was nothing more than ordinary custom and a typical work Wensday afternoon. When you pair contradiction with humble normality and awesome originality there is an element of beautiful mystery, and usually people are too wowed and compelled by my company to plot an think of harm. I am the poisonous but enchanting flower in the middle of the woods, and anyone who disturbs my charm and life for the sake of it garners a what the fuck question and attitude!? From everyone and everything in the neighborhood. And have no reason to. I talk the part and wear the part and represent the part, so much so that I am more valuable as a legitimizing agent that makes people feel special and endowed with luck and in the right, for them to think of harming me or falling out of favor with such a special creation of universal heart and otherworldly love and insight. People want to be around me. It makes them feel important. As if the knowledge I have gaind and the world I have realized will somehow rub off onto them. I have gotten into three fights in my whole life. All stupid and unnecessary and at my worse I've had one bloody nose. And took it well. Which earned me more reputation than if I had somehow beaten that dude in the southbound train station.

[l a c e y]

if the guy is bigger than you dont even try. considering youre a male from boyah i am going to advise you not to fight at all though.

[wawi]

yeah right
im in brick squad

[?????]

I follow the golden rule and present a very impressive appearance. This combination of typical coolness and genuine kindness facilities a sensation of awe and cultivates a sittuation of calm. I am treated with respect because of who I seem to be, and then admired and loved because of who I really am. I do not judge. I see. I understand. If you do not compromise yourself there is little reason to fear the unknown and your fellow man. When I showed up to my friend's home yesterday, there were people there who could not believe their eyes and tried to reconcile what they saw with what thy thought. I had them in shock and mesmerized at the kid who looked and talked and acted so mature and paid and fine, iconic and wise, yet was rolling herb like a professional and passing the blunt around free, as if for me it was nothing more than ordinary custom and a typical work Wensday afternoon. When you pair contradiction with humble normality and awesome originality there is an element of beautiful mystery, and usually people are too wowed and compelled by my company to plot an think of harm. I am the poisonous but enchanting flower in the middle of the woods, and anyone who disturbs my charm and life for the sake of it garners a what the fuck question and attitude!? From everyone and everything in the neighborhood. And have no reason to. I talk the part and wear the part and represent the part, so much so that I am more valuable as a legitimizing agent that makes people feel special and endowed with luck and in the right, for them to think of harming me or falling out of favor with such a special creation of universal heart and otherworldly love and insight. People want to be around me. It makes them feel important. As if the knowledge I have gaind and the world I have realized will somehow rub off onto them. I have gotten into three fights in my whole life. All stupid and unnecessary and at my worse I've had one bloody nose. And took it well. Which earned me more reputation than if I had somehow beaten that dude in the southbound train station.

I wish I could be as cool as you and get bloody noses