Then this ONE bitch came along.
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Who am I? Jay Flynn. That’s me, better known as ‘Hit’ Why hit? Because I’m a boxer, not just any boxer a great boxer. I could take on any guy.. and by any guy.. I mean ANY guy! Boxing is my thing. Four years I’ve been doing it for. My club is my home. My ONLY home. My family? Are my two trainers. My friends? Are the club members, besides the douche bags, me and my bros got it all. I pack a punch. This one time, I punched a car and the sound of its alarm filled the air. Car belonged to a dickhead in my school. I hit him harder than the car.
My age? At clubs I’m 18, With my bros I’m 12. At McDonalds, I’m 10. (For the happy meals of course) Around chicks, I’m whatever age they are. Annnd around family, I’m 17.
My appearance? One word: HOT! But if you must know, I have dazzling black hair, baby blue eyes I mean they’re like pools shimmering in the sun. Black stubble, just enough rested on my chin, I make sure not to look like a hobo. My skin is pale. I’m 6’1, chicks dig tall guys. Irish accent, I ensure to embrace it, drives honeys crazy! Two tattoos, One on my left shoulder of a skull on fire and a small green shamrock on the lower of my middle finger.
Living? Where my club is of course! The small but mighty town of dornálaí. Situated in the green green hills of Ireland.
As you have guessed by now.. Chicks dig the Jaymister. (If you didn’t pick that up by now, you’re an idiot!) They go wild for me at clubs. The whores in school are all over me. Got detention many times for making out by the lockers. I even got Molly, the innocent nerdy girl in my class to give me head, that’s how good I am...
... Then this ONE bitch came along.
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