Who Would Win The Fight?

Gimli of LotR vs. Ash of Evil Dead

 

Southerners are very serious about their chicken, because a man can never eat enough chicken!

 

Not just southerners!

 

Interestingly enough, my dietitian recommended not two days ago that I would be better off doubling up on chicken than corn! She has warned me that the corn, though veggie (and @Meliai has explained that even that is not accurate as it's really a grain) is high in carbs. Carbohydrates are fast fuel or something like that, whereas proteins are slow burning fuel. I'm saying it wrong. But the way she explained it was super clear - eat more chicken!

 

Deep fried ^

 

Any Lesbian worthy of the name cannot eat enough chicken either! Its finger lickin' good! And the colonel himself added 11 herbs and spices!

 

I like to build my womenfolk up
I might compliment you to death but thats about it

 

It's not about being enemies. It's about good ol competition. But I see Irms is getting a bit chicken (slightly understandable of course when you have to face Malicious Mel)

 

Now YFM on the other hand, I could fuck some shit up

Jk, YFM. You're like, really pretty

 

Cant say I blame her when I have these two tickets to the gun show

 

WTH has that to do with it?!? Tear that biatch up (or go down trying)!

 

I'll get the vanilla yoghurt wrestling ring set up

 

Just be all...

 

Redneck vs a McDonalds Fry station specialist

 

Florida Man vs Mayan Priest that performs Human Sacrifice

 

Florida man consults the local Haitian witch doctor for recipes on how to shrink heads. They get a lot of Mexicans in Florida, but they hate the humidity.

 

The first fight I was in, I got beat up pretty good but my dad said I got to go through it again to stand my ground. So I did, and I got beat up pretty good again. A third, fourth time even. Of course every bout would last that little bit longer, every bout I'd get a little further ahead. My dad told me I'd feel it eventually and I did, the moment her bottom lip crack against her top teeth, split and burst out blood I knew what my dad was talking about. It was an addiction. I loved it. 4 times? 5 times I got beat up? It wasn't that I was crazy for going back for it, I just knew one day I'd eventually best her.

Got the fucken scars on my knuckles from her teeth still. Needed 14 stitches in my left middle knuckle from when I busted that lip. I look at my scars as depicted battle worn scars and the nerves still make it tingly to touch all those years ago when I said enough was enough. Fucken fat bitch.

And I can smirk right now at it and how much confidence it's given me to know that, I can be a featherweight Vs a heavyweight it don't matter, I'm not afraid to throw down and their faces cut up just as easy too.

 

i think we would end up becoming friends instead of fighting. least entertaining fight ever. i would begin the battle by complimenting how nice your booty looks from all of those squats.