JJ after executing his excruciating WU DA LANG kick seemed to be suffering from self inflicted internal injury of the worst kind. every kick delivered to the pelvis was returned with a bukkake shot from his victim.
his height stature was an advantage and also a disadvantage. advantageous was becos his every low kick hit his victim's jewels precisely. disavdantages was obvious. their spitting cobra would bukkake right into his face!
poor jj resorting to writing revelation upon revelation trying to instigate and exploit peasants' ire against the LEEgime of peesailand. the 2 black n white ghoulie clowns of master chee were courageously being arrested by matas. he was envious cos all he ever done was stripped topless, dropped his pants and blended into the crowd when the execution of the CRAZY DRAGON DEADLY 18 STROKES went terribly wrong.
to make up for his show of cowardice - and embarrassment, he was given the task to write strange revelations hoping that lame hare-brained peasants would be blainwashed.
master chee had failed to do that in his regular longwinded calligraphy. maybe JJ's powerful calligraphy and literally strokes might do the trick and re-instate his shortcoming shown. anyway, peasants had already witnessed his folly and childishness. his fellow disciples were grossly disappointed although many pretended not to show their displeasure but massaged him even to another higher orgasmic level.
that was what really happening in master chee's clan - mutual massaging and praising each other for all the silly mistakes that were committed. if one wanna know what flattery really was - well, step no further. it was a common practice in sdppies. hence, whatever they did, they always thought they were above the law. sadly, the big wide longkang was always waiting there whenever their plan failed...which always did. check the record in the martial arts duel in the political world.
and shit! i might have stirred a hornet nest of clones. stay by for BAYGON spray!
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