I'm American, a US Marine veteran, a father, a grandfather and still remember how to end conflicts with little bitches like Ollie with the fucking quickness. Any weapon that punk ass Oliver brought out to play he would end up eating if that were me. Knife? I would've turned it right around and made him stab himself. A gun? Same process and result, weapon turned on Ollie... "Why did you want to go and stab (or shoot) yourself, Ollie?" we ask quizzically... "Can't you see that I'm busy fucking your mother?" This punk ass kid isn't doing anything. He thought his fat and angry Bobby Hill looking blubber ass could just walk up and stab a fully grown man who is rather fit and fully able to kick his ass. "Rebecca, I think Ollie needs some private time in his own, personal padded cell." Pretty sure the kid has officially broken. If not, there's plenty more beat downs he can endure. And, he can just lay there and bleed while I fuck Rebecca again and again. I don't give a flying fart WHAT country Ollie is from. He is nothing but a punk ass bitch. Punk ass bitches get punked out and beat down. Law of the jungle.
Adventure ever on friend, Phat
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