The roid monkey steps up
“I don’t know who the fuck you are but you need to knock this shit out”
I’m not having it anymore.
“The only thing getting knocked out is your dumb inbred bitch ass, you fucking american”
I swing
The dude catches me hard in the stomach. I vaguely remember that I start to projectile vomit on him, I’m pretty fucked up at this point
The guy is all “ahhh wtf”
My friends, the only other Canadians here, come to help me. My Indian friend hits him really fucking hard in the nose as we all run past everybody
The dumb bitch that talked to me is now at the door blocking us
“Hey, the police have been called. You fucking psychos.”
I look at her in the eyes and belch
“The only authority I recognize in this cancer ridden SHITHOLE is the Canadian Mounties, and guess what bitch?”
Before she can open her mouth, I swing a hard kick right into her disgusting cooter, causing her to jolt up with the impact before falling on the floor where she belongs
My comrades laugh and they drag me out
“Bro, you’re fucking crazy dude”
Realizing the police might be here soon, we run across several kilometers to where our car was parked, and fortunately it was a very far ways away
The American police would gun us down like he dogs they were so we made haste (while I hobbled and vomited a few more times)
This is only ONE of many memories of this craphole, it’s the closest thing to a good one I can think of
You baboon
Fuck you.