Monday August 11th 2003, aprox 10pm.

I am walking along the street one day, listening to my Mp3 player. Minding by own business. All of a sudden Im getting hit in the face with some sort liquid. As I see a group of men coming towards me, armed with an odd asorment of blunt weapons. The drenallene hit so fast. Fuzzy images of getting hit in the face with steel at least three times, then the next thing I notice Im running through traffic chasing five men. A couple of them are still carrying their bats. Reailizing My bag I was carrying, is still back at the spot where I was attacked. I stopped my pursuit. As soon as I stop running, my face begins to burn alot. That liquid was mace or pepper spray. But other than a tiny nickel size bruise on the inside of my right knee. I am tip top. I pick up my things along with a metal sword sheath that has a decent bend in it from my face, I keep it as a trophy. I have no idea what happend, but they didn't get any of my things. I am also someone who is quite familiar with the adrenallene dump. This must have been the dump of the century. I don't have a clue what I did to them. I'm assuming training just took over and I beat em good. The whole battle couldn't have taken over a minute. What happend. I think I remember throwing a couple of them around but one cant be sure. But I remained uninjured and unrobbed. I must have dome something right. I think training must have taken over, my sub conscience knew what to do. My jaw was mildly sore for a few days, but no swelling apeared. To this day when they see me in public they always leave right away. They look terrified. So I guess I must have done something right. What I would give to see some video of the event. It is a bizare feeling not knowing the action I took.

Please, how old are you? You have made 103 posts of pure garbage in 2 days. Your last name isn't Otto is it? I had a guy on my last ship that made up stupid stories like this all the time. Complete crap.

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[This message has been edited by otobeawanker (edited 05-26-2004).]

Superior genes? please explain.
Sharon

Look it up.

No, not what does the phrase mean, I mean could you explain why you think your genes are superior to any one else's

In fact I also have superior genes. They are cut low on the waist and make my bottom look smaller than it is.
Sharon

Jeans and Genes. Are two different things. But Genes may be the only way to explain how when I was in a child and got in a head on collision not wearing my seatbelt. My head went through the windshild smashing right out. I survied, with out a scratch, no headache, no whiplash, no injury what so ever. I con't think of another reason other than genes. Or perhaps it is my inner life force. my ki or chi. whatever they call it.

[This message has been edited by otobeawanker (edited 05-26-2004).]

Do you seriously expect people to believe your stories? You come to the forum and in 2 days post over 170 times, a good majority of them bragging about your pain thresh hold. Very little of what you have said is reliable, how do you expect anyone here to take you seriously? If you don't expect to be taken serious, why bother being here? Most of us are here for the SERIOUS discussion of the martial arts, not tall tales of super human abilities.

Maybe you were very lucky rather than having superior genes.

When I was under two years old I was attacked by a dog. I lost lots of blood and had skin grafts and a hell of a lot of stitches. I had to have several operations to rebuild my nose, and later plastic surgery.

This was 1966, surgery was not so advanced as it is now and I should have died. Doctors were amazed that I didn't.

Do I have superior genes? No of course not. I was just very very lucky.
Sharon

[QUOTE]Originally posted by still wadowoman:
In fact I also have superior genes. They are cut low on the waist and make my bottom look smaller than it is.
Sharon[/QUOTE]

Great, now everyone in the office is wondering what I'm laughing at [IMG]http://www.fightingarts.com/forums/ubb/smile.gif[/IMG]