Out last night for a few drinks. As I walked to the bar, a lad with a bunch of his mates stuck the back of his leg out with no tact or subtleness, secretly watching hoping I'd trip over.
I hate to say it I saw red mist and instead of tripping over it I used his leg as if it was a Fisher Price trampoline. The scream was phenomenal but yet very mood changing and I nervously thought SHIT!
Bare in mind Im a man that can't fight his way out of a wet paper bag then found my self surrounded by Arnold Schwarzenegger , Sylvester Stallone, Jean Claud Van Dam with various other looking meat heads. At one point I thought I was going to witness the HAKA dance. I certainly can pick em. But I actually escaped punch free and live to tell the tail! Bang on