Honestly. I've fought a real motherfvcker, and got my *** whipped. You, however, are not a real motherfvcker. You're one of those skinny little ***** boys who goes out talking shit and depends on his friends to back his *** up, maybe can kinda throw a punch, but not really.
Tell ya what, I'll bring a girl that is 5'4 110 lbs and I will throw a 100 dollar bill on the ground and bet you that she whips your ***
And your millions of pushups mean shit to me, your bows and knees just tells me that you're a wannabe bar room brawler. You're welcome to bring that shit, but if I were you I'd bring something a bit more impressive. My father is an ex green beret, and please do not go thinking I havnt picked up what I need to. Go do a few lines before you come, get some adrenaline going, and then try to step to my level. You better come correct, *****