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The only time I ever punched a woman in the face: Had no idea my cutie latina girlfriend was insane until it was too late. She would go in my phone and send emails and texts to people pretending to be me. Delete my friends off social media. She used to stand over me and make loud breathing noises so I would wake up and see her. One time she walked in the room with a knife. Bluffing bitch didn't know, I was squinting to see her posing the whole time, faking it.
She turned away for a second, I popped up. Disarmed her perfectly. I grabbed her wrist and gave her a textbook T-Bone Taz Suplex, into the headboard of my bed, like a table spot.
Picked her up by her hair like a heel champion in old Memphis getting the heat on some young long-haired rock and roll heart throb. I ain't selling for this Rat, she's green. I looked her in the eyes and she started playing the fake tough guy act spitting at me and psycho laughing. So at this moment i realized I was dealing with a demon. And that I was beholden under the authority of God to trample on snakes, serpents, and scorpions, and nothing by any means shall hurt me. So I did. Gave her a good old fashioned King Lawler right hand in the goblina. Luckily she didn't have spic brothers or anything to avenge her. She started yipping like a Chihuahua begging for her life. Look atcha now. What happened to the knife?
As a young teenager watching WWF, WCW, ECW, I would always grab my girlfriends and do wrestling moves on them onto the couch, or when we were at the pool. There is no better way for a young man to explore the female body than taking a hurricanrana a few hundred times, or giving her a nice stalling powerbomb. I had many botches where I almost broke my girl's neck or back, or almost slammed her into a coffee table. How do I explain that? I would simply tell the investigators that "We were roleplaying, I got a little too into my Sycho Sid character. And she was brooding like Sting." They would understand.
She turned away for a second, I popped up. Disarmed her perfectly. I grabbed her wrist and gave her a textbook T-Bone Taz Suplex, into the headboard of my bed, like a table spot.
Picked her up by her hair like a heel champion in old Memphis getting the heat on some young long-haired rock and roll heart throb. I ain't selling for this Rat, she's green. I looked her in the eyes and she started playing the fake tough guy act spitting at me and psycho laughing. So at this moment i realized I was dealing with a demon. And that I was beholden under the authority of God to trample on snakes, serpents, and scorpions, and nothing by any means shall hurt me. So I did. Gave her a good old fashioned King Lawler right hand in the goblina. Luckily she didn't have spic brothers or anything to avenge her. She started yipping like a Chihuahua begging for her life. Look atcha now. What happened to the knife?
As a young teenager watching WWF, WCW, ECW, I would always grab my girlfriends and do wrestling moves on them onto the couch, or when we were at the pool. There is no better way for a young man to explore the female body than taking a hurricanrana a few hundred times, or giving her a nice stalling powerbomb. I had many botches where I almost broke my girl's neck or back, or almost slammed her into a coffee table. How do I explain that? I would simply tell the investigators that "We were roleplaying, I got a little too into my Sycho Sid character. And she was brooding like Sting." They would understand.
