That's right, a scrawny little douche bag named Cody wants to fight me. He's my age but he's skinny and weak as hell, looks like he's an 7 year old chick and he has a high pitched womanly lisp. The story behind it originates from him throwing a cup of water at me. I, with no change of clothes and no way of getting home was stuck in a village dripping wet and mad at this little shit. Next day, without apologizing he says "It lookth like you dried yourthelf up, Kipp." Cheeky bastard. So, he got a cup of water as well and almost broke his iPod Touch. For a month practically to the day he's attempted to apologize every day. I kept saying no. So finally, for one last time I told him no, along with something that would guarantee failure: Okay Cody: won't forgive you. I don't like you. You're a cheeky fucking bastard and the male representation of a 7 year old chick, especially with that premature face and high pitched lisp.... now he wants to fight me. Finally I got my point through, but I said "Okay, Cody. Try." He's actually going to. Retard..
Here's a photo of him, now picture it with a white Ethiopian child body trying to be hesh. There you have it. I'm not even that strong but me winning the fight is quite inevitable.
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