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Posted: November 28, 2009

I didn't pick it, I just brought it.
So the other day I'm sitting there hanging out with some people at a local bar and some guy starts talking smack to me. No idea really why. I think he just wanted to pick a fight. I kept blowing him off but at one point he got all agressive and started throwing himself at me. Thats when I unloaded in face and.. Imediatly he rebounded with a flat on punch in my teeth. I grabbed his shirt and pulled an old hockey move by pulling it over his head and dragging him to the ground. People pulled us apart and my mouth was bleeding like crazy. My teeth cut the crap outta my lips and the next day I woke up looking like Bubba Gump The funny thing about this story is that he was a UFC fighter. A UFC FITHER. I don't know if you heard me. A U F C F I G H T E R Nowonder that one punch blew up my lips. I held my own, won the fight and now he wants to kill me It struck me that I've hung out with this guy one time. And he has ton of guns that he carries with him all the time. Hand guns. Everyone is like you really couldn't have slugged it out with a more dangerous person. Awesome guys, thanks for making me feel better lol.

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