Gotta love this dude giving the ol’ college try to this smoke by trying to showcase his inner Bruce Lee. His drunken, delusional mind thought that if he kicked the shit out of that cheesy bar game, he was a shoe-in for getting laid. May have dropped trou right there. But there has never been a scenario on planet earth where a girl has sat down to brunch with her friends the morning after hooking up with a dude and was like “I knew I wanted to sit on his face after he dropkicked that punching machine. Mmmm, I’ve never seen someone dropkick an inanimate object in a smelly dive bar quite like him. He’s a keeper, Cheryl.” But I can’t really hate on the dude for being a try hard with the end game of getting laid in mind. Lord knows that sometimes I play fast and loose with my integrity when it comes to women. I once told a girl I volunteered at an animal shelter and when she started pressing me on the specific shelter and my role there, I had to play it off like I was joking the whole time. She was “seeing someone” anyway. Lying about how good of a dude I was probably played no role in her telling me that either. Zero.
You know the old saying: ‘Fall down seven, stay down bro. Sleep it off.’