Here I am minding my own business, trying to survive these early math classes and next thing you know I have a Tae Kwan Do Death Match with some guy name LOBO. Turns out a certain grownup relative of mine went and challenged this guy and now I have to fight him!
This is how it all started: Mr. LOBO says becoming an official honorary White Belt (what the heck does that mean) in karate has improved his self-image. "When you are a trained killing machine -a living weapon- you walk a little taller. With more confidence."
He says he does understand that karate is a strict discipline. "It is for self defense ... not beating up some guy that looks at you weird at the gas station. Violence is always the last resort."
Okay, sounds like Mr. LOBO understands one of the basic principles of martial arts, which is to use common sense before self defense.
But then he says, "...just so I ain't gotta rip the neck off of some smack-talkin' punk blissfully ignorant of my killing prowess, I wear my karate pajamas everywhere. As a warning.
... and I gotta tell you, these are way more effective than my Batman pajamas ever were."
The End
(Wow, this guy needs to come to Ms. Lattanzio's English class.)
So does this Kooky old lady who says she's related to me congratulate him?
Oh nooooooo. She challenges him by making believe she's me and says:
"Okay, that's it! You, in the Batman jammies, outside, now. I'm gonna get all Hong Kong Phooey on your arse. I have my yellow belt now. Don't let the Lil' Mermaid nightgown fool you."
Can you believe this? If I survive I'll let you guys know how it goes.
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