Facebook Delivers News of Karma
When I was sixteen I reluctantly followed my brother and his mate into the local YMCA club after our Army Cadet parade night (I knew the reputation the place had)
No sooner had we walked in than a thug jumped me from behind and pounded his fist into the side of my head. He was quickly grabbed by a bunch of guys (as was I) intent on separating us and avoiding any more violence. I wouldn't have lasted long against this enormous moron so they did me a big favour
Today, after acceeding to a Facebook friends request from a bloke I only vaguely remember from my home town and who numbers quite a few historical bullies from that town on his friends list, I was gladdened to see a photo of my attacker (that he'd posted himself) lying in a hospital bed with tubes coming out of his fat body, the bastard
You see, it seems that what goes around really does come around
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