So today, my family and I took our fifth wheel to an area state park campground. We had it all set. When we get there, the jerk offs next to us had some of their crap in our area. I asked the little DB to move his stuff. He looked like a little sniveling hipster punk in his stupid little newsboy hat and scarf. He made a smart ass remark about getting to it in a minute. I told his sorry butt that he'd get to it now! He bowed up and I raked his legs out from under him and took him down. He looked up at me like a scared little kitten. He said he'd move it. I let him go but kicked him in his ass as he went forward.
Why can't people just mind their manners?
You think you're so cool with your junkyard bully tactics. When you reach the level of my awesome sauce come back and pull our chain somemore. I'd have simply looked at him with my eyes of steel then looked at his stuff and the fool would have understood. No words need be exchanged. You need to go back to watching the original Kung Fu movies, grasshopper. Sadly, I think it's too late for you. One of these days you'll lip off to the wrong campground ninja and you'll find yourself staring at the stars wondering where those five fingers of death came from.......