I’m lucky I never got bullied growing up. I hate to say I was one of the “cool kids,” but I was. I was so tight with Johnny, the star running back, that I gave him my lunch money everyday. For prom, Sarah, the cheer captain/hottest girl in school, asked ME to go with her. Then — get this – she showed up with Johnny instead! We always pulled the funniest pranks on each other. Good times.
If I WAS bullied, however, there would be no sweeter sight than watching my harasser get pummeled senseless by a professional boxer. When one father found out his son was picking on another kid, he threw him into the ring to square off with someone who beats the shit out of people for a living.
Watch this punk get cold-cocked into oblivion while his dad shouts from the sideline, “Hit back, tough guy!”
The boxer just stands there with his hands on his hips like, “Hit me bruh! Come on!” while the bully cowers in the corner. He leaves the ring with tears in his eyes and blood in his mouth. I bet he’ll think twice before dunking another kid’s head in the toilet.
That’s what you call parenting..