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>I don't need somebody to take a poke at me, or take a poke at my kid, or bring up, some uh ONE TIME incident that I had with my son when he came home drunk because my son was taught by a MAN to be alpha and not be a little bitch. You know, like yeah my son did yeah, he came after me. God bless him. And he went for my eye. God bless him. I fucking raised a man. I didn't raise a fucking pussy. Like the rest of you fucking pussies out there right now, that get behind your keyboards and say your bullshit and 'yeah I'm stuttering' am I stuttering right now MOTHERFUCKER? I don't think so, you fucking pussy. Why don't you go in your room, in your mother and father's basement and look at your particiPATION awards and wonder what the fuck went wrong. Cuz you know what, when I grew up you got one thing, you got a championship fucking trophy, it was a big enough fucking deal you got a second place. The only award that went teamwise, was the Most Valuable Player. There wasn't a participant, you were called a fucking scrub. You were called the guy that was the last guy picked in gym class, that's who the fuck you are, that's why you've gotta get on a keyboard and try to measure up. And then when I come back at you, what the fuck do you do, what the fuck do you do? You take your shit down, cuz you can't the heat fucking on my keyboard. I'll be in Pensacola at the end of the month, in February, signing at the comic con. Please, come up, get in my face, show me who the fuck you are, get my face and be a man. Challenge me, see if this 63 year old motherfucker do-, by the time you know what hit you motherfucker, when was the last time you got in with someone who was 6 foot 10 300 pounds, in shape, who has been fighting his whole fucking life. Think about it. You motherfucking pussies
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