So a drunk guy walks into a San Shou gym and…
A Frenchman walks into a bar with a toad on his head. ‘What the hell is that?’ asks the barman. The toad replies, ‘I don’t know – it started as a wart on my ass and grew.’
A drunk guy walks into a fight gym and offers a challenge. This time it wasn’t funny.
In this case, being drunk, he could take a shot. But he was not strike proof. Then the gym starts to celebrate.
What do you think the backstory could be to make a fighter celebrate after something that echoes the infamous, repulsive beating of a mentally ill man by karate “master” Bobby J. Blythe?
If a small drunk walked off the street and challenged someone in your gym to a bareknuckle fight, what would happen?