All those knock downs looked weak as fuck. Joshua looked gassed like he didn't train or something. Probably thought he was gonna walk through Ruiz cause Ruiz is a 5'11" tub of goo so he didn't bother with a real camp.
The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I suggest you try it.
lol that was fake as fuck and tuned up to 10 for shock value
no kids are singing lullabies to remember active shooter drills
Schools that do active shooter drills do a quick 20 minute thing once a year to check the block like a fire drill. Do you know what they had us doing in America back in the 80's and early 90's? Bombing drills in case the Russians decided to drop nukes on us lol.
Kids in America aren't scared of going to school lol