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Gentlemen. Welcome to Joust Club.Congratulations. It looks like you've been chosen. Maybe I came to you. Maybe you came to me. Maybe you just heard about it from a friend. I don't care. You're here. And THAT is what matters.I see some new faces today. Usually, there are only about ten of us. Maybe less. But that doesn't matter. You are NOT how many friends you have. And you are NOT your tested IQ. THAT is something you are gunna find out REAL fast here. Nothing here is all that smart. Gentlemen, Welcome to Joust Club. We assemble every week here. Or more. Or less. Come whenever the hell you feel like it. Its a place to prove your self. Not your strength. Not your intelligence. Just yourself. No one here is much impressed by virtue. Idiocy and self destruction is more our type. The object of Joust Club is simply. . . to joust. One man is the steed, or mount. Another becomes the rider. The rider jumps on the steed's back and clings for life. Now comes the fun. The teams of two face off until submission or knockoff. Knockoff is acceptable. Submission is for pansies. Men and women allowed. Anyone who can ride. The battle grounds? Outside. Mud and dirt allowed. Common sense --- banned. The first rule of Joust Club IS -- you do not talk about Joust Club. The second rule of Thing I Can't Say IS-- you do not talk about Thing I Can't Say. The third rule of Thing I Can't Say -- someone yells stop, goes limp, taps out, gets REALLY pooed up. The fight is over. Unless you don't like them. Carnage rules. Fourth rule -- only four guys to a fight. Or six, eight. Any even number. Fifth rule - ignore the fourth rule if someone has no partner. Hey, its not my fault that THEY have the advantage. YOU'RE the screwed one. Sixth rule -- no shirts, no shoes. Unless Bob's here. We like bitch-tits. Just not on a guy. Seventh rule -- fights will go on as long as they have to. Or until we get cold/bored. It gets really cold at night. And the eighth and final rule -- if this is your first night at Thing I Can't Say, you HAVE to fight. Now you know what to do. You AREN'T that smart for comeing. Know what you are? You ARE how many men you take out. You ARE how pooed up your pants are at the end of the night. You ARE an idiot for trying. . .Joust Club. Want to start a chapter? Write Danny. A list of all remote chapters is here. Chapter One -- Puuba Central By Danny
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