I am 270 pounds with an apron belly that always hang out of my shirts. I love to talk s*** to tough guys while my belly is hanging out of my shirt because the first things they do is punch me my hanging belly. I went out the other night and I went to the gas station and I saw some guys just hanging out and talking. I had on sweat pants and a very small shirt that showed most of my belly. I started talking s*** to one of the guys and he gave my big belly and mean upper cut. Then he gave me another upper cut. While my belly was moved in an upward position because of the punch he fell back down into place. The guys laughed. I said, “is that all you got b**** boy?” His friend grabbed my hands and held them behind my head and the guy planted a barrage of punches to my bare belly. He then landed a hard one to my big navel and I yelled ouch several times. He gave me more punches on the belly. Then he ended it with a back hand slap to one side of my belly and then he took his other hand and back handed the other side of my belly. His friend let my hands go. I fell to the ground. I got up, went into the gas station with my bruised belly and something cold. The workers at the gas station looked at me like I was crazy while I put the cold drink on my bruised belly. I was so happy to get that belly beating.