BelligerentPacifist
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Damn!!! us manhoos ki yaad kyu aa rahi hai...
I hope that person is Permanently Banned
Is the only honest Indian in the community banned?
People who are Bullied have had Enough!!! This is what happen.......
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Is the only honest Indian in the community banned?
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lol @ 'only honest Indian'...sounds like 'only Indian I wanna hear' to me.
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lol @ 'only honest Indian'...sounds like 'only Indian I wanna hear' to me.
Payback for P Hoodboy, A Rashid etc!
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lol@Honest!
I am not surprised either by your post cause i know how much you like that Troll! Anyway this is offtopic dont bring that Troll on this thread..!
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I noticed her very recently actually.
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Awesome power, that skinny guy is atleast 45kg+, Chubby guy lifted him with so much ease, what strength, mindblowing. Sher da puttar.
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Hence his longetivity here.
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awesome good on him, i reckon that dude left him alone after that lol
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Lucky it wasnt head first, cause that was a powerful slam.
Thats western suburbs of Sydney for you guys. Full of bogans, lads and polynesian fobs. Sad thing is that the big kid(Casey) got suspended and the skinny little prick got away with it, except for the broken shin bone from the ownage.
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The kids recording the incident were looking to humiliate what they thought would be an easy target. They thought, "We've done this for years. Why haven't we made his humiliation reach a wider audience?" "Imagine how awesome our friends will think we are." "This will be great! He won't fight back, we are clearly his betters."
But the gods were listening.
So they approached him, surrounded him. Thought to contain him. Their first mistake.
So it began in earnest. Taunting came first, it always does. What was it this time? "Ginger"? "Fatty"? Whatever it was, we know it now as "Their Second Mistake."
The gods were listening.
"Step it up to violence," they thought. A foolish youth came forward and grabbed him by the collar. More taunting. A strike to the head.
The youth displayed supreme confidence. He could taste his victim's humiliation. He even toyed with his victim when they had the audacity to raise a hand to ward off blows. His friends, out of sight, jeered and cheered on their youthful champion. Their golden child.
The camera was running, the youth was giving a show. He danced a little, jabbed at his victim. He wanted more than physical dominance, he wanted to break him down psychologically. It was cruel. It was vile. It was hubris.
It was their last mistake.
With a speed born of many torturous years, Casey lunged. Catching the bully off guard, he closed the gap between them and encircled him with his mighty hands, hefting the arrogant youth and holding him aloft in the sky, completely helpless.
With the might and wrath worthy of Zeus did Casey hurl his malefactor back to the earth like a thunderbolt, burying him in a pile of his own shame and arrogance.
The gods heard.
The ground trembled. The youthful arrogance that rang out only moments before became stunned silence. This hallway was Casey's arena. His opponent lay defeated in the sand. The silence was his great cheering mob.
It was deafening.
As he circled his defeated abuser, Casey displayed a restraint that convinced one and all that this was not beginner's luck. If his opponent didn't thank the gods for their mercy, he should. Casey could just have easily laid waste to his face with a mighty boot at any time.
It would have been justified.
Casey faced what remained of his tormentors, hands at his sides. Casey was no longer a victim. With a look that promised them all destruction and a trip to the underworld, they knew the fight was done.
But the gods were listening.
So they approached him, surrounded him. Thought to contain him. Their first mistake.
So it began in earnest. Taunting came first, it always does. What was it this time? "Ginger"? "Fatty"? Whatever it was, we know it now as "Their Second Mistake."
The gods were listening.
"Step it up to violence," they thought. A foolish youth came forward and grabbed him by the collar. More taunting. A strike to the head.
The youth displayed supreme confidence. He could taste his victim's humiliation. He even toyed with his victim when they had the audacity to raise a hand to ward off blows. His friends, out of sight, jeered and cheered on their youthful champion. Their golden child.
The camera was running, the youth was giving a show. He danced a little, jabbed at his victim. He wanted more than physical dominance, he wanted to break him down psychologically. It was cruel. It was vile. It was hubris.
It was their last mistake.
With a speed born of many torturous years, Casey lunged. Catching the bully off guard, he closed the gap between them and encircled him with his mighty hands, hefting the arrogant youth and holding him aloft in the sky, completely helpless.
With the might and wrath worthy of Zeus did Casey hurl his malefactor back to the earth like a thunderbolt, burying him in a pile of his own shame and arrogance.
The gods heard.
The ground trembled. The youthful arrogance that rang out only moments before became stunned silence. This hallway was Casey's arena. His opponent lay defeated in the sand. The silence was his great cheering mob.
It was deafening.
As he circled his defeated abuser, Casey displayed a restraint that convinced one and all that this was not beginner's luck. If his opponent didn't thank the gods for their mercy, he should. Casey could just have easily laid waste to his face with a mighty boot at any time.
It would have been justified.
Casey faced what remained of his tormentors, hands at his sides. Casey was no longer a victim. With a look that promised them all destruction and a trip to the underworld, they knew the fight was done.
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