Don't Tase Him, Bro!

I don't really see what the big deal is on this one. Like hey asshole, don't run on the field like a retard and you won't get tased like a retard. You wanna act like a wild banshee, we'll treat you like a wild banshee. If I ran on the field I'd rather get zapped and knocked out than tackled by some fat fucking mexican. You wake up in the morning with a burn on your back instead of a headache, black eye and bruises all over your body by some security guard named Paco. The same thing happens if you venture down east boulevard too late in Tiajuana.