Bashing Shitheads Part 2: DRUNKEN MASTER

The fighting skills of a normal man are greatly impaired whilst drunk but this is no excuse to lose a fight and possibly even die leaving your next of kin with the knowledge that you are nothing but a poof. In fact, all the statistics point toward it being far more likely that you will kill yourself and your wife & children once you arrive home.

Guns and knives should be carried at all times despite what the Jewish Controlled Media say-unless you are out on the piss.
The chances are that you'll only end up hurting yourself and looking like a fucking tit.
Big, flashy moves are right out too because even when sober they make you look like a cunt-and that's without falling face first on the tarmac and spreading your nose across your fucking face.

Ask the shaolin about how much use the ability to do stupid fucking kung-fu backflips over a couple of pieces of bamboo was when Chinese Red Army tanks showed up on their doorstep.

Most drunken fights involve more than two people-and if you are a Real Man, you'll get involved too. The secret is to skirt around the outside of the battle, sneaking like a ninja or a semite. Once a skull is exposed to your drunken fist or head it is time to strike. Your target should collapse like a house of cards,ensuring that the only gainful employment he will ever be capable of again is as an extra in the remake of 'Awakenings'

His mates won't be too happy about this though and will probably try to get handy with you (unless they belong to some type of 'alternative' 'scene'-in which case, go wild).

Personally I would slaughter them all in under a second but you are not me.

Your best bet is to grab the closest woman, who will naturally have been hysterically goading and encouraging the violence. Grab her and use her as a subhuman shield.

When the opportunity arises, smack the slag in the spine and drop her. Half of the rabble will rush to help her, the other half will attack.

Time to take out the bottles you have shoved in your pockets. Strike out, throw in faces and then run like fuck into the night, laughing at what you've just done amid the sirens of the emergency services traveling in the opposite direction.