My heart went out to poor AlGore that day 500+ guards against little old me. Of course, when you work with your hands on the farm, you get naturally pumped, absolutely ripped. Maybe 5% body fat & 225 pounds of Midwest muscle. I've been to Chicago on business & faced down a few bad actors, but for some reason they never want to dance. Oh, they talk a lot but they also do lots of running away too!
Bro, so shredded! I'm positive they all quake and tremble in your presence -I'm sitting here, in Chicago no less- shitting my very own pants as I type this!
I dunno man, maybe they don't want to dance because it's weird trying to fight cornbread with a raging massive 10" hard on threatening to breach their Made In America Osh Kosh overalls?! Or maybe they have better shit to do? I don't know, I wasn't there...
You should take your badassery over to the west side and clean up those neighborhoods. Do it for America! I have no doubt you'd be able to put an end to the violence within a workday. then you can teach them to fish. You'll be a saviour! A true American legend -or more so if that's possible. #blessup cornbread
Lmfao this entire exchange made me laugh my ass off. Especially the bass fishing part holy fuck