I was having such an awful day. Everything was going wrong. I decided to go for a walk to clear my head.
I ran into Justin Bieber on the sidewalk after being outside for a good 20 minutes. I'm a big guy, about 275 lbs, but more of a muscle gut. It wasn't as strong of a gut as a steroid gut, a little more flabby, but still sort of strong. To a lot of people, I was a little intimidating, but generally I'm a nice guy if you're nice to me. You don't want to tick me off because I have a short temper.
"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!"
"I'm so sorry" I replied, a little upset. I felt bad. He was laying under me and at this point I was probably crushing him.
"You should be! Do you know who I fucking am?" he shouted again. "Now get fucking off of me, lard ass."
I ran into Justin Bieber on the sidewalk after being outside for a good 20 minutes. I'm a big guy, about 275 lbs, but more of a muscle gut. It wasn't as strong of a gut as a steroid gut, a little more flabby, but still sort of strong. To a lot of people, I was a little intimidating, but generally I'm a nice guy if you're nice to me. You don't want to tick me off because I have a short temper.
"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!"
"I'm so sorry" I replied, a little upset. I felt bad. He was laying under me and at this point I was probably crushing him.
"You should be! Do you know who I fucking am?" he shouted again. "Now get fucking off of me, lard ass."