nuds said:

I strut into the corner of middle of the ring, strangely resemblant of a rooster. Full of cocky arrogance, I make eye contact with JLP, and call him out. It's time to settle our beef, buster.

He comes forward, no fear in his eyes. We both understand the assignment. With Asante's 'Not NSFW' ringing in our ears, we begin to make out. Anyone who's seen the movie Bruno knows exactly what this looks like.

The crowd goes wild. People start crying. We're both hating it. Beards tangled, gross man breathe. We're both pretending the other is a woman but it isn't working. We break contact. Quietly whisper "That was gross". Go get a beer together, and try to forget it ever happened.

Welcome to fight club.

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