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 Member 2561 Level 2.97 Mar 2006 
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I have two stories: I was five and these boys tried to bully me. They found out what a bad move that was when they ended up with my fists in their faces, and my ass down at the principal's office. Ah well. They never approached me again.
In Grade 4, I had shorts with the alphabet printed on them. The boy across the road made fun of me. Big deal, I says to myself. Then he starts making fun of my sister and that really riles me up. She was really small then. I go back to my house, threatening to come back with a pound of rope (I actually couldn't find any so I settled for a skipping rope :eyebrow: ) to whoop his ass with. By the time I came back, my sister was about ready to cry because the boy brought his brother too. I guess to intimidate us. Anyway, I ended up whipping his ass with the damn rope, and the freakin' guy ran away. I think he was embarrassed that I actually hit and hurt him, and his brother was there to witness his humiliation. Ha ha!! Poor weapon choice, but hey, you work with what you got. Funny how violent I was then. Jam it back in, in the dark.
Before you criticize someone,
You should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, You're a mile away and you have their shoes. tu me fais rire :lolsign: |
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