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Originally Posted by Flybone McTimmerson
When I was 7 years old I came home crying and telling my dad that I had gotten beat up on the playground. He ordered me back to the playground the next morning and said next time someone hits you, you defend yourself and fight back.
So, off I go to the playground and I do exactly as I was told. I don't pick a fight with anybody, but the first time I was hit, I fought back and beat the crap out of them.
I was super excited that I had defended myself and that it had worked. I ran home and told my dad about it. He looked at me and said "Well, I'm proud of you, son. From now on you defend yourself anytime somebody picks on you."
About ten minutes later the doorbell rings and my dad answers it. At the door is a lady and her 9 year old daughter. The daughter has a fat lip and a bloody nose. The lady looks at my dad and says "I believe your son just beat up my daughter at the playground."
Y'all should have seen the look my dad gave me.
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That is ****ing hilarious
