I clotheslined a bull dyke yesterday.

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So last night this butch lesbian approaches me, talking about how I disrespected her in front of her girl. At first I have no idea who she is, before her patchwork of a face, ungainly body and arrogant sneer remind me. This 6 foot bull dyke is the same ugly sow who threatened to kill me last year after I saw her wearing the same chain I lost at my desk last year -- and whom somebody told me she specifically snatched. The only reason I didn't deal with her then is because she was surrounded by 5 dudes and another female. Now she's with the same female and is threatening me, again. Fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice, I fukk you up.

Recognizing her ruin of a face, mannish build and fake thug countenance, I narrow my gaze. I tell her she should just leave. Her response? She gets even more hostile. She steps to my face and starts barking at me. I tell her again she should just leave. Her response? She reaches into her pocket, pretending to pull out a knife and tells me she's going to kill me. Wanting to calm her down and get out of the situation (as well admittedly put fear into her soul) I go outside. At that point she starts getting crazy. She actually wants to fight me. This dumb dyke thinks that because I'm articulate, reasonable and forgiving, she can fight me. Wrong decision.

I tell her she can't fight me, she's a girl and she should go home. I don't remember how many times I say it but the more I do, the angrier she becomes. Bull dykes are oddly prideful. The more you mention their womanhood and frailty, oftentimes the more annoyed or enraged they become. It's still true.

And so she swings. The punch is uncoordinated and not near fast enough. I weave once, twice, dancing in front of her before cleaving her face with a swift clothesline. The dyke's head flies back and the light deserts her. She keels over and black drips from her nose. That's her mortality leaving her.

All her bravado, all her size, all her hopes leave her then. When she raises her head next the tears come thick and a steady stream of blood flows from her broken dam of a nose. . She starts to say she needs a "weapon". I laugh derisively and tell her to go home once again. At my jest she is enraged again and I finally notice the police watching from afar. As they take her away she threatens me again and again; her face twisted in embarrassment, rage and defeat.

I fukking hate bull dykes. I didn't even get my chain back. :snoop:
 
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The cops saw she was threatening me and motioning that she had a knife the whole time, and that I was trying to defuse the situation, so they let me go. She was even threatening to kill me while they were arresting her. They had to pull her nasty overlarge hoodie over her head to shut her up.
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So last night this butch lesbian approaches me, talking about how I disrespected her in front of her girl. At first I have no idea who she is, before her patchwork of a face, ungainly body and arrogant sneer remind me. This 6 foot bull dyke is the same ugly sow who threatened to kill me last year after I saw her wearing the same chain I lost at my desk last year -- and whom somebody told me she specifically snatched. The only reason I didn't deal with her then is because she was surrounded by 5 dudes and another female. Now she's with the same female and is threatening me, again. Fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice, I fukk you up.

Recognizing her ruin of a face, mannish build and fake thug countenance, I narrow my gaze. I tell her she should just leave. Her response? She gets even more hostile. She steps to my face and starts barking at me. I tell her again she should just leave. Her response? She reaches into her pocket, pretending to pull out a knife and tells me she's going to kill me. Wanting to calm her down and get out of the situation (as well admittedly put fear into her soul) I go outside. At that point she starts getting crazy. She actually wants to fight me. This dumb dyke thinks that because I'm articulate, reasonable and forgiving, she can fight me. Wrong decision.

I tell her she can't fight me, she's a girl and she should go home. I don't remember how many times I say it but the more I do, the angrier she becomes. Bull dykes are oddly prideful. The more you mention their womanhood and frailty, oftentimes the more annoyed or enraged they become. It's still true.

And so she swings. The punch is uncoordinated and not near fast enough. I weave once, twice, dancing in front of her before cleaving her face with a swift clothesline
. The dyke's head flies back and the light deserts her. She keels over and black drips from her nose. That's her mortality leaving her.

All her bravado, all her size, all her hopes leave her then. When she raises her head next the tears come thick and a steady stream of blood flows from her broken dam of a nose. . She starts to say she needs a "weapon". I laugh derisively and tell her to go home once again. At my jest she is enraged again and I finally notice the police watching from afar. As they take her away she threatens me again and again; her face twisted in embarrassment, rage and defeat.

I fukking hate bull dykes. I didn't even get my chain back. :snoop:
interesting.. because, when you told the same story in another thread a few minutes ago, you said you punched her..

This is an incredibly weird coincidence. I had almost the exact same thing happen to me last night, except this stupid black dyke was threatening to kill me. I went outside and tried to cool her down but she kept threatening me. I eventually told her to get out of my face. She didn't like that response and threw at me. I weaved easily andand socked her in the mouth. She started bleeding from her nose and crying. The cops came afterward and luckily enough she started acting like a lunatic towards them and that saved my ass. I hate dykes.
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Bro, I cannot stand when these creatures (yes I hate these bytches), try to fight me like I'm a woman or they're a man. Sometimes I want to show them the power a man has because they don't know. Then I snap back in reality and realize beating this bytch until she remembers her name is Ashley not Ashton is a giant L. A man never wins when he puts hands on a woman.

ps: I'm at In-N-Out chilling with the homies. This ghetto ass girl is yelling at her man in line. The spot is always packed. So he's getting embarrassed heavy, she knew exactly what she was doing. She's yelling and he whispers something to her. She starts dissing his mom hard. Most the room is laughing at him. He tells her if she disrespects one more time he's going slap her. She mushed his face with her finger and insulted his mom. This nikka was twice her size. He punched her like she was a grown ass man. She was KOED and bleeding. Funny thing is nobody helped her and nobody was mad at home boy. We all pretended nothing happened.
 

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interesting.. because, when you told the same story in another thread a few minutes ago, you said you punched her..


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In my first post I was just summarizing what happened. In my second post I describe what happened with more details, including what led to the actual confrontation. The discrepancy is due to my remembering exact details rather than just writing approximately what happened. My body shot forward and my forearm hit her face so it was more of a clothesline than a punch.
 

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Bro, I cannot stand when these creatures (yes I hate these bytches), try to fight me like I'm a woman or they're a man. Sometimes I want to show them the power a man has because they don't know. Then I snap back in reality and realize beating this bytch until she remembers her name is Ashley not Ashton is a giant L. A man never wins when he puts hands on a woman.

ps: I'm at In-N-Out chilling with the homies. This ghetto ass girl is yelling at her man in line. The spot is always packed. So he's getting embarrassed heavy, she knew exactly what she was doing. She's yelling and he whispers something to her. She starts dissing his mom hard. Most the room is laughing at him. He tells her if she disrespects one more time he's going slap her. She mushed his face with her finger and insulted his mom. This nikka was twice her size. He punched her like she was a grown ass man. She was KOED and bleeding. Funny thing is nobody helped her and nobody was mad at home boy. We all pretended nothing happened.

Butch lesbians are something out of the Dark Age. They try to act more masculine than men themselves and impose themselves on men. I truly hate and despise them with every fiber of my being but until yesterday I never hit one. This Jason Voorhees lookalike definitely deserved her punishment for all provoked and did, but I would never hit a normal woman for acting ghetto or out of turn. I ignore normal women and even let them hit me. It's like rain hitting steel for me.

Butch lesbians jacked up on testosterone and pride aren't women though; just demons with horns to match. Nevertheless I recommend you don't get drawn into confronting or getting physical with them; I was very lucky to get away with what I did.
 

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i don't know why...but i believe him, yo. outstanding read, btw. i really felt like i was right there in the action of it all. I could almost feel dyke drippings splash on my Js as you described thrashing her so vividly.
 
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