This reminds me of a beatdown I gave a fella after I got locked up the first time. To tell you the truth, I was a little nervous going to jail. Not because I am afraid of any thugs, but because I was concerned that somone might try to hook up with my wife while I was gone. (One time my son with the side muscles had a friend over for the night and I found him with a hard-on under my bed, and my wife had a sticky stomach, but that's another story.) Anyway, when the cops brought me to the jail, they took my picture and finger prints. Then I had to strip and take a shower. That sucked.
I was minding my business taking a shower. I faced the shower head because I hate faggs, and i didn't want any of them getting excited looking at my penus. I bent over to wash my shins, and as I was scrubbing dried blood off of my ankle, I felt like someone was watching me. While bent over, I looked over my shoulder to see a big hard penus about six inches above my face; I looked up, and this big black (Word Banned) is staring at me and told me, "Touch it white boy, touch it." Before I knew it, instinctivly I did a backwards summersault, rose to my feet, and touched him with the jab. Usually I keep it to punching only, but since I was in jail, I decided to get dirty. I grabbed the big black penus with both hands and snapped it in two pieces. Then I spun around five times for momentum and threw the over hand right correctly. I knocked that mother fuker so hard I broke his knee with a jaw punch. Everyone around me was either cheering or stunned, so the guards hit me with lead pipes and told me I had kictchen duty for the night. But that's a whole nother story.
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This reminds me of a beatdown I gave a fella after I got locked up the first time. To tell you the truth, I was a little nervous going to jail. Not because I am afraid of any thugs, but because I was concerned that somone might try to hook up with my wife while I was gone. (One time my son with the side muscles had a friend over for the night and I found him with a hard-on under my bed, and my wife had a sticky stomach, but that's another story.) Anyway, when the cops brought me to the jail, they took my picture and finger prints. Then I had to strip and take a shower. That sucked.
I was minding my business taking a shower. I faced the shower head because I hate faggs, and i didn't want any of them getting excited looking at my penus. I bent over to wash my shins, and as I was scrubbing dried blood off of my ankle, I felt like someone was watching me. While bent over, I looked over my shoulder to see a big hard penus about six inches above my face; I looked up, and this big black (Word Banned) is staring at me and told me, "Touch it white boy, touch it." Before I knew it, instinctivly I did a backwards summersault, rose to my feet, and touched him with the jab. Usually I keep it to punching only, but since I was in jail, I decided to get dirty. I grabbed the big black penus with both hands and snapped it in two pieces. Then I spun around five times for momentum and threw the over hand right correctly. I knocked that mother fuker so hard I broke his knee with a jaw punch. Everyone around me was either cheering or stunned, so the guards hit me with lead pipes and told me I had kictchen duty for the night. But that's a whole nother story.
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