some chick was a bitch to me on the weekend, so I say to her:
The only thing you and I have in common is a gut and the ability to grow facial hair quickly.
The conversation ended there.
Then I found this fatfatfat goof with a tap out hat on and his sleeves rolled up--i fucking swear it could have been pumphard. I of course again pointed out that he had a tapout hat on and asked him if he ever fought in a cage. He hadd no reply. O was in a mood this weekend. It was fun.