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Something you can be proud to tell your grandkids about one day. “Kids, a storm be a brewin’ - I can feel it in my bones. Because I once broke my hand on a Nazi’s face.”
I once bruised my hand badly enough to need a brace. Another time I broke my forearm and mostly lost the use of my dominant hand for a couple of months. Trust me, it’s not worth it.
I’ve broken many bones in just my hands in the 40+ years I have been on this earth, from soccer when I was a kid, to fights as a teen, and tools as an adult. I’m not afraid of hurting myself on a fascist nazi.
I enjoy the satisfaction of a broken hand after some nazi punching. Reminds me I did something good for the world.
Something you can be proud to tell your grandkids about one day. “Kids, a storm be a brewin’ - I can feel it in my bones. Because I once broke my hand on a Nazi’s face.”
You’ve never punched anybody, have you.
You have a severe lack of sarcasm, don’t you?
I shot a lot of zombies
I once bruised my hand badly enough to need a brace. Another time I broke my forearm and mostly lost the use of my dominant hand for a couple of months. Trust me, it’s not worth it.
I’ve broken many bones in just my hands in the 40+ years I have been on this earth, from soccer when I was a kid, to fights as a teen, and tools as an adult. I’m not afraid of hurting myself on a fascist nazi.
Yeah but you can do the same with a 2x4