Here’s one of my occasional story time videos. In this video I relate a story from a St Patrick’s Day long past wherein your noble protagonist is accosted by large drunken thugs.
Today’s lesson is: you don’t have to be big to be scary. You don’t have to know martial arts to deal with big guys. You just have to be able to convince them that you’re fucking crazy.
Oh, and I was experimenting with the sound on this video. To be frank, I fucked it up. This is one of those painful learning experiences.
4 responses to “I’m scarier when I’m quiet”
I do the deadpan weirdo act on aggressive political canvassers with petitions, of which there are plenty this time of year. It often plays out as follows.
“Sir, are you registered to vote? *brandishes clipboard*
“But can I still help? I’m really interested in and if I get involved in the community it’ll go over with my parole officer. Do you have applications or something?”
It can also work well on religious door-knockers
I get made fun of for my height. ( I’m 5 foot and in 8th grade) It is a pain in the butt and I go ape sh*t on them sometimes. It really helps gain their respect as a person that shouldn’t be messed with!
The explosive little guy is a dangerous force!