The evil mind of a black belt.
I was sitting in a coffee shop with my good friend and training partner, Carol, when Jason, a black belt, sits down to join us. After chatting a little, Jason looked straight at me and said, “This is your black belt test.”
What?
This is your black belt test. I’m not joking.
You’re [transitive verb] me.
No, I’m not. Sifu Fred is right out there waiting.
He gestured toward the window.
I stopped breathing, turned bright red, but still refused to turn my head to look. I wasn’t falling for it, but there was still the tiniest kernel of fear that this might be legitimate.
Jason’s face broke into a wide grin. “Nah, I’m just joking. But you should see your face.”
Black belts are evil.



Evil?? I’m not sure what you’re trying to say… but you haven’t seen true evil, yet!
— Dalai Mama Tue Oct 13, 04:44 PM #