Yeah what is wrong with Whiskey Tango? There are amateur fights there all the time.. I watch the fights at Bdubs because I don't buy pay per view unless I need to.. I can back up everything I say.. I train hard.. If you want to get all fucked up by a guy who only weight 155 or 160 on a good day then be my guest. I don't like your tone you need to pipe it down. Or be a man and stop hiding behind that computer screen and do something. I'm not gonna go back and forth with you on here. I'm off work all weekend and I am more than willing to knock your teeth out for you. I don't live by whiskey tango. Closer to the Plaza and Stateline Road. 96th street on the Missouri side. Get at me if you want to stop acting like a badass and man up pussy
lol.
you responded like "whiskey-tango" means something to you.
where i come from,
"whiskey-tango"- is military radio call signs for the letters w and t,
meaning slang for white trash.
to hear there is some real live white trash place called whiskey tango, and that you spend time there when you and Pappy arent making moonshine is touching,
but not near as dramatic as when you said to find you by the Stateline Road-
i think with all this high drama talk about racing to the county line before the law catches up to us, makes me think you could get some work as a writer if The Dukes of Hazzard was still on the air.
as for the rest of your silly talk-
yes, its no surprise yer a little fella, and get wound up easy.
im not surprised, nor do i care.
if you would read my signature line you would see i dont play these silly little games.
if you think im "scared", my real name is matthew marriott, you look me up on Facebook i was Bane for Halloween and thats my default pic for public consumption, the pics are me, my wife, our house, etc.
im not by any means what i would call big, - just 5' 9", 190 lbs.
but im not scared of anyone at any weight.
and typing silly hick things to me telling me to meet you past the mill right next to the big tree, well i got better stuff to do. im not only unfamiliar with the redneck places and landmarks you mention, i wouldnt go to missouri and wherever if someone paid me.
why dont you get some construction paper and a crayon, grip it real hard and write a note to momma sayin yer off to the big city.
then you can stowaway on a train (you for sure know how to do that, guaranteed) and lay on yer back at night watchin the stars and dreamin of all the stuff yer gonna do when you get to the land where peoples family trees have branches.
i think they made a animated movie about it once, and i think your part was played by a mouse or something?
anyhoo, you can find me that way.
i hold a dangerous underground karate tournament you can enter, and maybe find out how your brother was killed too?