I'm not sure why, but Chris "Puffy" has wormed his way onto my enemies list. I don't know what it is about the guy that just sticks in my craw. Is it his boyish good looks? Maybe. Is it his incredible love of all things Tesla? Probably. When you peel back the layers of my onion of emotion you find at the core a ball of hate that dates back to the early 2000's.

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In a show of respect I invited my so-called friend over to watch what I consider to be one of the classic motion pictures of all time "MVP 2: Most Vertical Primate". During the movie he proved to be a discourteous guest by chuckling quite heartily during most of the dramatic moments, like when MVP gets lost and must fend for himself by totally shredding the banks in a back alley. The worst slap was during the dramatic climax of the movie when MVP wins the halfpipe competition and is congratulated by his idol Bob Burnquist. As a tear trickled from my eye at what I believe is the most touching moment in the history of cinema, my so called friend had the audacity to all but fall off of his seat in a fit of maniacal laughter. Shortly thereafter we parted ways and I spent the better part of that week a broken shell of a man, sobbing uncontrollably at the thought of the dagger that had been plunged deep into my heart.

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I've kept the charade of our friendship over that past few years, but every man reaches a tipping point. Chris Combs, you can run but you can't hide, nobody but nobody disrespects the Most Vertical Primate 2.