To be fair, I do believe that Commie is an honourable bloke. I think he'd ask you which hand of his you'd want to be sparked out with, before he did it. And I can see him making you a cup of tea, when you come round. He likes to make out that he's a complete bastard, but I think he has a soft spot.
Last time I saw someone drinking that, they kept it hidden in a paper bag underneath their sleeping bag. Tramp.
Lol! It's got to be said that I would love to spar with a few guys on here. I think they would develop a new respect for HIAG.
It would be a vigorous battle between two ex servicemen. But my ninja street style would see me come out on top by totally dishonorable means.
To be fair, I doubt that Commie has had to do your level of street fighting. I'm sure his Ju Jitsu skills would take him so far, but your sheer ****ing brutality would make him blush mate. For example, I'm betting that Commie has never done a deal for drugs in a pub toilet with people he doesn't know, and has laced his keys in his fingers, in the anticipation that he might have to "lace" a ****er's face to get out of there. Am I right?
All joking aside, I was in a situation like this. It was scary, violent, and hilarious at the same time. And I didn't even know I was in the middle of a drug's deal.
Oh, if only that was true, Little Urn. I was a ****ing beast as an amateur. My eldest is taking up the mantle. He's a couple of weights above what I fought at, but he has the same spark.
I had to jump out of a 2nd floor window of a trap house when I was in my teens cos some peeps came in to Rob the gaff and everyone in it, luckily my time in the service had prepared me for gunfire so I got out alive. But you know I don't like to talk about those times war.
