Samoans: what is Mark hunt really like?

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Is it true that he went into the restaurant and ate everything in the restaurant and they had to close the restaurant?
 
This has gotten older than Riggs' mummified face
 
Just like any other empty vessel of KO power and social media passwords.
 
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I grew up in a place that had a lot of Samoans in town, and while they can be super nice, they can also be unpredictable and do NOT handle alcohol well. One time years ago I was walking down the street from this girl's house and this Samoan came out of his house (where a bunch of other ones lived) and started accusing me of cussing at him. I didn't and I knew he was just trying to pick a fight, plus I was drunk as shit off Smirnoff raspberry vodka and decided just to keep walking. Before I could take 3 steps I got cold cocked to the side of my dome and that's when I had no other choice but to fight. I didn't get a lot off but I dodged some big haymakers and the once thing I do remember was headbutting the oaf in the nose while he was tugging my shirt. Finally we both gassed and the Samoan went back in his house, and when I went back to my homie's spot he noticed I had a bloody lip and asked me who did it and I said it was one of the Samoan gangsters down the street. He's like I'm going to talk to the big homie (kinda like the leader of the group) and we went back to their house. When I got there the big homie was outside and before we could get a word out the Samoan that jumped me in the street ran out the door with a butcher knife yelling "WHAT WHAT?!" and about 4 feet before he could hit me with it the big homie grabbed him by the waist, spun him around, and held him back and said "go home, the cops are gonna be here any minute" and we went back and had a few more drinks. All in all, after coming out of a brawl and potentially shanked up by a Samoan, I was subsequently saved by a Samoan.
 
pizzle said:
I grew up in a place that had a lot of Samoans in town, and while they can be super nice, they can also be unpredictable and do NOT handle alcohol well. One time years ago I was walking down the street from this girl's house and this Samoan came out of his house (where a bunch of other ones lived) and started accusing me of cussing at him. I didn't and I knew he was just trying to pick a fight, plus I was drunk as shit off Smirnoff raspberry vodka and decided just to keep walking. Before I could take 3 steps I got cold cocked to the side of my dome and that's when I had no other choice but to fight. I didn't get a lot off but I dodged some big haymakers and the once thing I do remember was headbutting the oaf in the nose while he was tugging my shirt. Finally we both gassed and the Samoan went back in his house, and when I went back to my homie's spot he noticed I had a bloody lip and asked me who did it and I said it was one of the Samoan gangsters down the street. He's like I'm going to talk to the big homie (kinda like the leader of the group) and we went back to their house. When I got there the big homie was outside and before we could get a word out the Samoan that jumped me in the street ran out the door with a butcher knife yelling "WHAT WHAT?!" and about 4 feet before he could hit me with it the big homie grabbed him by the waist, spun him around, and held him back and said "go home, the cops are gonna be here any minute" and we went back and had a few more drinks. All in all, after coming out of a brawl and potentially shanked up by a Samoan, I was subsequently saved by a Samoan.
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tl dr
 
pizzle said:
I grew up in a place that had a lot of Samoans in town, and while they can be super nice, they can also be unpredictable and do NOT handle alcohol well. One time years ago I was walking down the street from this girl's house and this Samoan came out of his house (where a bunch of other ones lived) and started accusing me of cussing at him. I didn't and I knew he was just trying to pick a fight, plus I was drunk as shit off Smirnoff raspberry vodka and decided just to keep walking. Before I could take 3 steps I got cold cocked to the side of my dome and that's when I had no other choice but to fight. I didn't get a lot off but I dodged some big haymakers and the once thing I do remember was headbutting the oaf in the nose while he was tugging my shirt. Finally we both gassed and the Samoan went back in his house, and when I went back to my homie's spot he noticed I had a bloody lip and asked me who did it and I said it was one of the Samoan gangsters down the street. He's like I'm going to talk to the big homie (kinda like the leader of the group) and we went back to their house. When I got there the big homie was outside and before we could get a word out the Samoan that jumped me in the street ran out the door with a butcher knife yelling "WHAT WHAT?!" and about 4 feet before he could hit me with it the big homie grabbed him by the waist, spun him around, and held him back and said "go home, the cops are gonna be here any minute" and we went back and had a few more drinks. All in all, after coming out of a brawl and potentially shanked up by a Samoan, I was subsequently saved by a Samoan.
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tl; dc
 
pizzle said:
I grew up in a place that had a lot of Samoans in town, and while they can be super nice, they can also be unpredictable and do NOT handle alcohol well. One time years ago I was walking down the street from this girl's house and this Samoan came out of his house (where a bunch of other ones lived) and started accusing me of cussing at him. I didn't and I knew he was just trying to pick a fight, plus I was drunk as shit off Smirnoff raspberry vodka and decided just to keep walking. Before I could take 3 steps I got cold cocked to the side of my dome and that's when I had no other choice but to fight. I didn't get a lot off but I dodged some big haymakers and the once thing I do remember was headbutting the oaf in the nose while he was tugging my shirt. Finally we both gassed and the Samoan went back in his house, and when I went back to my homie's spot he noticed I had a bloody lip and asked me who did it and I said it was one of the Samoan gangsters down the street. He's like I'm going to talk to the big homie (kinda like the leader of the group) and we went back to their house. When I got there the big homie was outside and before we could get a word out the Samoan that jumped me in the street ran out the door with a butcher knife yelling "WHAT WHAT?!" and about 4 feet before he could hit me with it the big homie grabbed him by the waist, spun him around, and held him back and said "go home, the cops are gonna be here any minute" and we went back and had a few more drinks. All in all, after coming out of a brawl and potentially shanked up by a Samoan, I was subsequently saved by a Samoan.
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fight4ippon said:
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Stoic1 said:
tl; dc
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I read the whole thing if that makes you feel any better.
 
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