i believe i am the only one qualified to answer this question.
when i was in the 5th grade, i was quite the jokester.....well one day my antics caught up with me as i exited the school.
8-10 5th grade females had suffered enough bra snaps(the 2-3 who had bewbs), thumb tacks on chairs, glued shut note books ETC.... they attacked! luckily i was armed...i had my gym sneakers tied lace to lace over my shoulder.
the quim were furious...they yelled...some threw things, others went for the clinch to try and subdue me.
the worst part was the look in their eyes.
blackness.
Mob Mentality was in charge...there was no dealing with them, no sanity!
and just to remind you, Ol Carni Flav wasnt the fine specimen of masculinty that he is now. Him was called "skinny"....
Survival Instincts kicked in...I immediately created distance between my attackers and myself....the first to step up was Connie Willinski, the Blonde Polack and ring leader....she clutched a red pencil box high above her head, poised to strike.
the box rattled stiffly, surely it was loaded to the brim. it might as well have been a brick in her hand. I was in danger.
My mind went blank. what happened next was a blur. Jump roundhouse kick to the wrist,un arming and disabling the leader. tuck and roll landing into hip check, smashing one dame into another....then i busted out the shoe-nunchaku, AKA the nunchuckSHOE...my movements were tight and swift, the result of countless hours watching saturday afternoons Kung Fu theatre. The rest of this story isnt pretty my friends....no sir its not... ribbons were torn, barrettes went a flying...the playground ran red that day, sirs.
i was forced to jump the fence to evade school officials. back yards wer e my route home..no main roads, there was a posse looking for me.
Many parents called my house that night.
MY ANSWER TO THE QUESTION OF HOW MANY 8 YEAR OLDS I COULD TAKE OUT.
all of them.
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