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First. It's very dangerous to fight with a sharp object in your mouth. If Bendo had been knocked out, he could've swallowed the toothpick (and possibly died). Bendo's been fighting and training and doing everything with the toothpick in mouth so far, isn't the Athletic Comission/ Referee supposed to look into fighters' mouths, since they are there to look after for the fighters?
Second. Benson Henderson probably has some kind of a neurosis - he feels he has to suck on that toothpick. People with psychotic neurosis can't function normally if they are suddenly unable to satisfy that neurosis. It's like taking a pacifier from a baby. Can Benson Henderson function without the toothpick in his mouth. Seriously. These kinds of things take LOOOOOOOONG rehabilitation. I think this is pretty serious shit.
He should have just denied it.... he made himself and the UFC look stupid by trying to cover it up.
This is kind of a long read, but it's a pretty relevant story.
I knew this guy who always walked around with a toothpick, and he looked like a retard, the way he would fiddle with it all the time. One time he called me in the middle of the night and told me he had to see me right then and there. He sounded pretty freaked out, and I asked him if he knew what time it was. He said that it was very important, and apologized, but he really needed my help. I got dressed and went to meet him at his house. I got there and he had the trademark toothpick, but he seemed really scared and freaked out. I asked him what was wrong, and he said he killed a guy. I told him to quit fucking around, and what was really wrong. He said he was absolutely serious and wasn't sure what to do. He said he had a few beers and was driving home and he dropped his cigarette on the floorboard. He was feeling around for it, and he popped his head up just in time to see someone about to get hit, going about 70 mph. He said he hit them full bore, and got out to see what he could do, but the person was obviously dead. He freaked out, and didn't call the cops, because he had been drinking and was sure he would go to prison to rot. I told him to chill out, and tried to comfort him. I told him about this one time I was playing basketball in the bad part of town, and the ball clumsily flew into a group of these homey G looking guys, and they were pissed. Didn't want to hear my apologies at all. I could tell I was about to get a serious ass whipping, or even worse. This was the hood, so showing any sign of weakness would make whatever was coming to me even worse, so I braced myself and was ready to fight. I got my ass kicked royally. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared and said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-air"I whistled for a cab and when it came near the License plate said "fresh" and had a dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare But I thought nah, forget it, yo homes to Bel-air! I pulled up to a house about seven or eight And I yelled to the cabby "Yo, homes smell you later!" Looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-air.
Toothpicks killed my father. And raped my mother.
He clearly walks away from diaz before seeing his corner or anything and has a toothpick in his mouth
On tape and seen by millions. It would have been stupid for him to deny from the get-go.
He should have just denied it.... he made himself and the UFC look stupid by trying to cover it up.
This is kind of a long read, but it's a pretty relevant story.
I knew this guy who always walked around with a toothpick, and he looked like a retard, the way he would fiddle with it all the time. One time he called me in the middle of the night and told me he had to see me right then and there. He sounded pretty freaked out, and I asked him if he knew what time it was. He said that it was very important, and apologized, but he really needed my help. I got dressed and went to meet him at his house. I got there and he had the trademark toothpick, but he seemed really scared and freaked out. I asked him what was wrong, and he said he killed a guy. I told him to quit fucking around, and what was really wrong. He said he was absolutely serious and wasn't sure what to do. He said he had a few beers and was driving home and he dropped his cigarette on the floorboard. He was feeling around for it, and he popped his head up just in time to see someone about to get hit, going about 70 mph. He said he hit them full bore, and got out to see what he could do, but the person was obviously dead. He freaked out, and didn't call the cops, because he had been drinking and was sure he would go to prison to rot. I told him to chill out, and tried to comfort him. I told him about this one time I was playing basketball in the bad part of town, and the ball clumsily flew into a group of these homey G looking guys, and they were pissed. Didn't want to hear my apologies at all. I could tell I was about to get a serious ass whipping, or even worse. This was the hood, so showing any sign of weakness would make whatever was coming to me even worse, so I braced myself and was ready to fight. I got my ass kicked royally. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared and said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-air"I whistled for a cab and when it came near the License plate said "fresh" and had a dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare But I thought nah, forget it, yo homes to Bel-air! I pulled up to a house about seven or eight And I yelled to the cabby "Yo, homes smell you later!" Looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-air.
Joe shouldn't have called him out on it on national television. Especially not really knowing the consequences for it. Should've talked to him backstage if he wanted to know.
Joe shouldn't have called him out on it on national television. Especially not really knowing the consequences for it. Should've talked to him backstage if he wanted to know.
yeaa!! that snitch!