I was at the bar about 5 years ago and this guy started talking sh it to me. I said OK Man, and walked away. The situation cooled down a bit for a few minutes and I thought it was over. BUT, a hour had passed and every time I ordered a beer I would glance over and he was staring at me like he wanted to kill me. So finally I couldn't take it anymore, so I said WTF are you looking at. And he, of course, said you MF... So... to make a long story short I whipped his *** all over the bar, even though I knew he was no match for me. I still feel bad to this day. As an ex US Army Sgt. I always walk away when I know that the guy in front of me is beat. Why did I lose control on this night and pummel this fuc k. I feel so bad.
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