"Come to Mass! Come to Mass!" Well, you got your wish. I warned you, boy. I’ve just got off a 12-hour flight with loads of screaming kids and no halal meal options. Cost a fucking fortune, too. I’m knackered and pissed off, and now it’s time for you to catch a fade.
You don’t like me because I’m a Muslim (one of the good ones), and I’m not too fond of you because you’re bisexual and fat, BUT … we need to squash this beef for the good of the forum. Before we throw hands, I would like to put forward a few rules:
Do NOT grab my cock.
We fight on a grassy area.
No palm strikes to the bladder.
You’re not allowed to toe stamp because I’m only wearing sandals.
No kicking the head or balls of a downed opponent. I’m allowed to kick your actual ass if you’re on your knees, but this is more to assert my dominance and increase your humiliation.
I’m wearing a white thobe and standing next to the Paul Brown Tiger Stadium. I’m sure you know where it is, seeing as you live in this shit hole. I’ll be here for the next two hours then I have to catch my flight back. Let's settle this.
