Street fighting has no rules... but gravity does. And by the looks of it they're pretty damn strict.

Nobody gives her a Charizard card for her birthday but him. NOBODY.

Brosiff doesn't seem to understand the consequences of starting trouble with a trained fighter. You will accept a fist in whatever orifice he chooses - this shit ain't multiple choice.

Could have been worse though. Had this been Brazil we'd be looking at a serious case of sexual assault and two counts of chicks with dicks on top of this.

Take an overweight asshole, dress it in a basketball jersey and let it loose on the public and what do you get? My mom. And sometimes this guy.

The same kind of punishment should be dealt to extremists of all kind, and men that wear socks with sandals.

Nevermind.

You gotta learn urban etiquette somewhere.

Hey faces, meet fists.

What is it about booze that makes people think they're immune to a full powered shot to the jaw? It's not ooze, and you ain't a Ninja Turtle mother fucker.

And this is why weaklings in tank tops should stick to circle jerks and eating low fat cranberry muffins. You know, things they're good at.

I'm not sure what this is about, but I'm inclined to believe it had something to do with him giving a bad rimjob.

On the bright side, he was already ugly. So at least this won't cost him any dates.

Rameesh flashes his disdain for the African race in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Everybody knows you can only do that on the Internet.

Okay maybe it's Taco Bell. Either way, nobody ended up shitting themselves so it was a good day.

Underwater involuntary naps are the best kind of naps.

Watch it a few times and laugh accordingly. Because like me having sex, this will never happen again.

The general rule of thumb when fighting in the street is to wear more than your socks and underwear. But Jaleel had to be different.