My wife and I were enjoying a good day about town, when all of a sudden an asshole appears.
I was one defcon 1 all out nuclear attack commencing setting, after some asshole threatened my pregnant wife.
All because she was looking at the wii games that happened to be directly behind him.
This would not have been a problem for a sane person but assholius maximus was in the middle of a sucktomer rant of epic proportions about something he was very clearly wrong on.
I turned from the xbox games to see what was going on, his rant had abruptly gone silent.
The reason was, asshat had just turned around to ask her "what the fuck you looking at bitch".
That had me cursing him out, with no hesitation at all.
He then made an aggressive move at her.
I flew across the room so fast that I was throwing a punch even before the guy was able to reach my wife.
What brought me to a screeching halt was the fact that a small absolutely terrified boy was standing beside him.
I guess he didn't count on the tall fat guy either being acquainted with, or fast enough to do anything about him.
He went from cocky tough guy to a scared little shit in half a second.
I got called fatso and other very unoriginal insults.
That got old fast, I told him " Your son is the only reason I'm not kicking your ass right now, keep it up and I'll let him live with the image of you stuffed in the trash for the rest of his life."
I don't know what held me back in truth, the scared look on my wife's face made me madder than I have ever been in my life.
I was one defcon 1 all out nuclear attack commencing setting, after some asshole threatened my pregnant wife.
All because she was looking at the wii games that happened to be directly behind him.
This would not have been a problem for a sane person but assholius maximus was in the middle of a sucktomer rant of epic proportions about something he was very clearly wrong on.
I turned from the xbox games to see what was going on, his rant had abruptly gone silent.
The reason was, asshat had just turned around to ask her "what the fuck you looking at bitch".
That had me cursing him out, with no hesitation at all.
He then made an aggressive move at her.
I flew across the room so fast that I was throwing a punch even before the guy was able to reach my wife.
What brought me to a screeching halt was the fact that a small absolutely terrified boy was standing beside him.
I guess he didn't count on the tall fat guy either being acquainted with, or fast enough to do anything about him.
He went from cocky tough guy to a scared little shit in half a second.
I got called fatso and other very unoriginal insults.
That got old fast, I told him " Your son is the only reason I'm not kicking your ass right now, keep it up and I'll let him live with the image of you stuffed in the trash for the rest of his life."
I don't know what held me back in truth, the scared look on my wife's face made me madder than I have ever been in my life.
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