04/06/2026
A huge guy walked into a bar one Saturday afternoon.
He was the kind of guy who looked like he could bench-press a pickup truck for fun.
After scanning the room, he spotted a small, quiet man sitting alone at the bar, sipping a beer and minding his own business.
The big guy strolled over and, without saying a word, slammed a hard karate chop across the little man's shoulders.
The small man tumbled right off his stool.
The big guy grinned.
"Karate chop," he said proudly. "Picked that up in Korea."
Then he turned and walked back to his seat.
The little man climbed back onto his stool, adjusted his jacket, and went back to his drink.
Twenty minutes later, the big guy returned.
This time he delivered a quick strike to the side of the little man's neck.
Down he went again.
The big guy laughed.
"Kung Fu. Learned that in China."
The little man slowly got back up, rubbed his neck, and sat quietly for a moment.
Then he stood, placed a few dollars on the bar, nodded to the bartender, and walked out.
A few minutes later, the door swung open.
The little man came back in.
Without a word, he walked straight up behind the big guy and landed one solid blow across his back.
The giant man's eyes widened.
His jaw dropped.
Then he slid off his stool and hit the floor like a sack of concrete.
The bar went silent.
The little man picked up his jacket and headed for the door.
As he passed the bartender, he smiled and said:
"When he wakes up, tell him that was a crowbar from Walmart. Cost me twelve ninety-nine."