Tiny Superstar

[acemcgaven]

When I arrived at the concert, my first view was a clamoring wall of sweaty, living meat. The push to get inside the dilapidated stadium grounds was awe-inspiring to behold. Hundreds and hundreds of Khmer people, all jostling together, lit by garish fairground lights and generator-powered lamps vied for entry as hawkers shouted from stalls and the

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[acemcgaven]

I can't see how anyone could have enjoyed that amateurish caterwauling and half-assed highschool level comedy. I think it was just... something to do.

[acemcgaven]

Nope. 2500 riel. A whole seventy five cents.

No one went expecting to enjoy it. They just went to have gone.

[acemcgaven]

And miss the midget-beating? Never.

[acemcgaven]

When the KR exterminated all the performers and artists, the only one they left alive was a midget.

I thought about this, but seriously, who kills a midget?

[looll]

The thought of a midget trying to fight me brings on waves of unexpected anger. If a small man were to strike my flesh, I might crack his skull open, flip and hold him by the feet, then shake his brains out the rough opening. That is just one of many things I might do to kill a midget.

I do not consider this murder. This brash midget would be committing suicide.

[acemcgaven]

Oh, don't get me wrong. If some midget were to step to me, hypothetically, and be all up in my grill, talking smack like he got a pair, I can say with absolute certainty that I would not hesitate to fuck his shit up hardcore, verily I would make war unto him, and leave that bitch for the crows.

[acemcgaven]

I don't give a shit if the midget packs a gat. If he's all up in my knees, giving me shit and strutting on my game, I'd still smack him up like I would a mouthy third-grader.

[acemcgaven]

One word: Stomp.

[acemcgaven]

Ha! Then he has fallen for the ultimate ploy. His tiny body is no match for my gargantuan testicles, which will crush him between them like a ripe grape.