……A faster master but poised, Bruce couldn’t be mimicked by none of the boys, even his emotional yells was McCoy, techniques more ancient than Troy, other kung fu masters were like toys, so fast his punch could land and take off of yours, like a fly, get too close you could die, ya upper and bottom eyelids would get tied, into a knot, turn you into a bloody ball of snot, if I was you I’d fall back and smoke your pot, his feet is too hot to trout, kick your ass while wearing black slippers with white Sox.
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EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: May 22nd, 2025 22:17
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Blimey spent hours as a kid trying to do what he did, a true master, enjoyed the read
Thank you..
You are very welcome
I remember well Bruce Lee a major star in my younger days. Watched his movies and was shocked and saddened at his death. He remains a model for the martial arts and particularly in movies. Nicely done
Thanks
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