How Many Five-Year-Olds Can You Take?
I can take twenty-four.
A colleague said I'm a heartless prick because I was willing to use a five-year-old as a human shield. "Look," I said, "I'm taking out five-year-olds. I'll put one on my front and one on my back if I have to. I'll wear armor made of dead five-year-olds if that's what it takes."
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posted by Dan G @ 9:43 PM
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5 Comments:
I can only take twenty-three.
Fucking thing must be broke, as the trail of broken five-year olds in my wake attests.
I can only take 10.
I can say from experience that I can manage at least 6 emotionally disturbed preschoolers on my own.
Can't punch or kick 'em though.
i took out 29 of the little savages. now bring on the four year olds!
I can take out more than the 25 that they told me, but if there are even three in a room, weather you fight or not they can take you down for a week or two with the festering slurry of yuk in their saliva and snot which is impossible to escape.
I can only take 9 which makes me feel like a loser, but my dead body would be worth $4675, so that's kinda cool.
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