As you writhe on the ground the crowd will pummel you
mercilessly. You’ll cough up blood on
someone’s sneakers, will which prompt him to kick you even harder.
“Fuckin’ can’t do anything right,” he’ll spit at you.
You’ll softly weep and dream of a day when a DJ can play The
Black Eyed Peas without facing this sort of fearsome reprisal. This is a day that we all hope will never
come.
Congratulations on Earning Yourself Two Black Eyes!
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