There is no bigger coward on the Internet. MichiganHerd has told him everything about me: My occupation, where I attended school, and even my parents' occupations. Further, I've told him where he can find me almost any day of the week. Yet, this coward expects me to walk into a warehouse surrounded by high fences, and convince the security guards protecting him to allow me to walk in and beat his a$$, without my even knowing his name. I'll get right on that.
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