Never a better laugh than when a guy shoulders you, mad-dogs you and you look back, concerned...
"Sorry, bro. Did I hurt you?"
But seriously. Once I reached 100kg (no, I'm not a lardo) this just stopped being an issue. Can't remember the last time I had to stare anyone down. I suppose if I hung out in low-rent bars or wandered through rough parts of town then maybe, but there's not a lot of good reasons to do that because you're more likely to get stabbed by five guys than get into a traditional one-on-one brawl.
"Sorry, bro. Did I hurt you?"
But seriously. Once I reached 100kg (no, I'm not a lardo) this just stopped being an issue. Can't remember the last time I had to stare anyone down. I suppose if I hung out in low-rent bars or wandered through rough parts of town then maybe, but there's not a lot of good reasons to do that because you're more likely to get stabbed by five guys than get into a traditional one-on-one brawl.
The public will judge a man by what he lifts, but those close to him will judge him by what he carries.