That Cholo never came back to collect his money from my wife.

The nitrous must have caught the rest of his brain.

Yeah.

He decided not to follow up on that.

Here we go. Is it working now? Can you hear it?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Cool.

We've been waiting for him all week.

Where is this knucklehead? We're just tracking down. And beat his ass. Like, dude, we're wasting our time. We're waiting around for you to come and collect. Now you've wasted our time. I got this money burning a hole in my pocket. What am I supposed to do with this? Throw it in his face like my cousin Vinny, you know, jump at him.

Now I want him to show up.

At first I didn't want to deal with it, but now I'm like, I got all this blue-balled.

Yeah, you've thought about it and mentally prepared.

Like, oh, what all the shit you're going to say to him?

I've seen too many shitbags get their ass kicked on TV.

It's like it looked like fun to me. It's like man, it looks like fun being an old shit bag getting your ass kicked. Old has-been shit bag getting your ass kicked. I want some of that. Man, what's Jake Paul doing crawling around on the floor? Did you see that fight? Did you see that fucking fight? What was that? Crawling around? Jake Paul's crawling around on the ground, hugging that guy's legs. Oh my God. You know, back in my day, um, boxing was just like something you, you, uh, you did, and you didn't want to lose, and then two people did it, and then somebody lost, and that sucked for them,

and then the winner was, like, lauded.

But now, with the Andrew Tate embarrassing, getting his ass kicked, Jake Paul, embarrassing, getting his ass,

it seems like the new masculinity is to have tried really hard, and then go online and cope about it,

like men remaining men cry into bob's

bitch tits about how how remarkable it is that you showed up bro you fucking you lost and you look

like a jackass jake paul got his jaw broken that That screenshot.

And it wasn't even as satisfying.

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