Desperate for Mel Tucker chopping gif

Submitted by Cmknepfl on November 4th, 2022 at 3:28 PM

I need it, does anyone have a link? If it hasn’t been created yet….uh what are people waiting for? 

FauxMo

November 4th, 2022 at 3:30 PM ^

I can see your future. I see...downvotes. Many, many downvotes. Then, I see this post disappearing entirely. 

FauxMoDamus has spoken... 

Blue Vet

November 4th, 2022 at 3:45 PM ^

It's the same with knocking over trash cans to hinder pursuit.

That happened to me once, as I chased someone for an entirely reasonable reason, when the guy knocked over trash cans. Two results: I jumped over the cans and, because he had slowed down for the trash-can bit, I caught him quickier.

(Third result: I caught him outside a bar full of his friends who came tearing out the door as he screamed. But that's another story . . . .) 

HateSparty

November 4th, 2022 at 4:03 PM ^

We can do a pick an ending type of deal.

 

BlueVet recognized his anger would result in ten guys raining haymakers down on him. He...

Choice one - gets in the shots he can while there is time and then gets hammered on a dozen times.

Choice Two - He says to himself, No fucking way is this worth it and retreats to fight (live) another day. 

Choice Three - He gets his shots in, drops the first two that come to help and the others mill around acting as they are just there as spectators.  He walks off as a bad ass mother fucker.

Fell free to take it a bit further.

Blue Vet

November 4th, 2022 at 7:53 PM ^

I was in a bus with a group through a seedy neighborhood in Troy, NY. A kid threw a can at the bus. The driver slammed on the breaks and guys piled off the bus to chase the kid. I wasn't interested in vengeance but thought a chase would be fun so I followed. As the kid ran up a hill and turned right at a corner, I started passing the other 20 or so guys chasing. (I wasn't fast but had run cross country and ran in San Francisco's Bay To Breakers so I had stamina.) The kid ran down a long street, and by the time he turned right at another corner, I was in the lead.

That's when the kid slowed down to knock over trash cans. I jumped over them in stride as he turned another corner. Then I caught him in front of the open door of a locals' bar. I immediately realized what they saw: a stranger holding a screaming kid. A kid who was probably a friend, or partner in crime.

They swarmed out the door to get me, I tried to simultaneously explain and hold him and duck. Not successfully: no one decided to stop to consider my explanation, and the kid got away. Considering the crowd was trying to maim me, I did a sorta okay job of ducking. Fear gets that adrenalin flowing.

When the rest of the guys off the bus got there—probably half a minute, it felt like half an hour—the whole thing turned into a snarling standoff, and then it was over.

Ironically, though I was the guy least interested in fighting, I was the only one who ended up with bumps and bruises.