What can YOU say in six sentences?
See, I got this disease, it's called "irrational rage syndrome". My doctor says that something's wrong with my brain so when I get provoked, I just flip shit and can't control it. That's why I'm damn good at cage fighting, you know?
So when I was walking through Wal-Mart, and that fucking ex-con, just outta jail for beating on his wife, see, when he clocked me, it was all over for him. The police didn't even know what happened to him, and see, I couldn't really tell 'em either 'cause I, I kinda black out when it happens.
All I know is that he sure as hell didn't beat his wife, which is what he was gonna do, and when I come back to my senses, he was out cold, bleeding, with a ring of those little green olives and broken glass all 'round his head.
[Paraphrased from a friend's story of a coworker. I don't usually swear, even in writing, but this one needed it.]