
I?d been tellin? myself for years, ?I?m gonna join martial arts.?
You watch those guys on TV and it looks so friggin? easy.
Flip, kick, hi-ya - boom, badass.
I got so wound up after watching a couple classes that I?d go home karate-chopping the furniture like Bruce Lee on crack.
Only problem?
Coffee tables don?t block - they just break your knuckles.
And the bathroom door?
Let?s just say my half-ass roundhouse almost knocked out all my front teeth.
But I finally do it.
I buy the outfit, walk into my first class, chest puffed up like the heavyweight champ.
I?m ready to throw down.
Instead?
Push-ups.
Sit-ups.
Jumping jacks.
What the fuck is this, Richard Simmons in a gi?
I didn?t come here to sweat my tits off, I came to learn how to fight!
Then in waddles the head instructor.
Little fella, maybe 100 pounds soaking wet.
Looked like he?d blow away in a stiff breeze.
And who does he pick for his big demonstration?
Me.
The 300-pound gorilla in the room.
I?m thinkin?, this guy?s about to be a grease spot on the mat.
He tells me to swing at him.
I go easy on the little fella - didn?t wanna snap him in half.
BAD mistake.
Before I could blink, this dude?s booted me in the chin four times, slapped my ear, twisted my arm like a pretzel, and WHACK - right in the bag.
I didn?t even touch him.
Felt like I got plowed by a fuckin? train.
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Now I?m pissed.
He turns his back to talk to the class, and I figure, oh yeah, you?re mine now, buddy.
I charge at him at a full gallop, head down like a bull in heat.
This little bastard spins around - Kicks me in the chest.
A couple more shots to the chin.
Then pokes me in the eye.
Down I go again, laid out flat, moaning like a schoolgirl who lost her lunch money.
I quit right there on the spot.
???He turned me into a fuckin? pancake in front of everybody.
Forget martial arts.
From now on, I?ll just run my mouth and talk my way out of fights.

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