highlandsflyer
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Merely by maintaining a strictly heterosexual lifestyle I have avoided causing deep pain to countless men.
Misreable and ignorant cyclist...
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highlandsflyer
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Am I fixed on the penis, or is the penis fixed on me?
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That gives me an idea for a twist on the final scene in Carrie.
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highlandsflyer":15ocu485 said:
You, Sir, know what you're talking about. No amount of loss of ego is possibly worth losing your life or serious injury over. And, even if you do get the upper hand in a fight, the smallest, insignificant incident could have catastrophic repercussions.
I've been in plenty of fights in my youth, I would never dream of doing so nowadays, or choose to. Fighting is stupid. Those with something to prove are a waste of time.
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Having lost my one and only fight as an adult my preferred method of fighting now is runaway unless of course I am with someone who can't run at my speed.
Three broken ribs and a fractured skull taught me what I was able to do at one time does not apply anymore, especially against four who had just been ejected from a party for snorting coke and getting lairy with other guests. Nowhere to run, in a corner all I could do was fight and lose as opposed to just lose, breaking my fingers was worth something at least, seeing the other person's nose splatter all over the place, which might have annoyed him a bit more than was usual, but being scared has that effect, fight to survive.
Three broken ribs and a fractured skull taught me what I was able to do at one time does not apply anymore, especially against four who had just been ejected from a party for snorting coke and getting lairy with other guests. Nowhere to run, in a corner all I could do was fight and lose as opposed to just lose, breaking my fingers was worth something at least, seeing the other person's nose splatter all over the place, which might have annoyed him a bit more than was usual, but being scared has that effect, fight to survive.
All shapes and sizes..
Old Alice was a comical fucka, she got mugged (as if) coming back from the post office when she was sixty four, i went and had some tea and toast with her after hearing the story. She'd been a proper no nonesence old school grafter all her live and was aware she still had a grip like a moody chimp and one good move left in her lungs. She did the kid having locked grips handing over the money and fractured his skull with her free hand off the advantageously near gable end. 4 mins later she did the kids 42yr old mother in her midden (1 hit). But never phoned the police. I remember being chuffed when she liked me as a kid, i liked her, she was proper.
Had 14 scousers on me( shopping on me jacks) stanleyed out of thier bollox halfway down the esculators in Lewis's....that was a lark.
Bumped into a house burglar one day sat in our kids (femme) bath (bubbles/ducks the full trip) He'd eat me walnut-cake out of the fridge (amonst other things) and had a piss on the settee, bizarrely he had no sense of humour (two bob) whatsoever.
Had one of the bloods on me one day nipping for something to eat in NY, kept giving me sleeve a little tug and flashing his eyes down to his right hand in his jacket pocket whilst saying parrot fashion 'twenty little dollars'. Unfortunately (for him) i'd just had words with a right smacked arsed Rupert and was'nt feeling at all bonny. I was still walking and he was still man-marking me keeping me goalside to the wall chucking mild hurry up with the $'s faces. I got to the door of the eaterie and was further pissed that the grafters in there were instructing me to pay cheeky chops the money, apparently it was cool. Thats when the little voice in me head started f#ckin with me...i started to think can you imagine walking down Bradford Rd pulling this stunt, you would'nt get to the other end...**** him and his dollars.....goosey goosey i thought and told him he owed me 20$'s for the scran, dont get me wrong, im not taking the piss.....i wanted twenty $'s off him and if aint got it...he betta getting some fucka mugged pronto cause the whispering in me nut had said so and every pour on me kite would **** a lie detector test up. He made the mistake of shifting feet but was'nt expecting to me to simply start screaming for me twenty little dollars. I think looking back at his double take he would have prefered me not to shout cause the entire intersection of people now knew exactly what was going on including the copper on horse back other side of the lights, he well tippled and the kid bolted with the copper and horse galloping down the street in pursuit.
Old Alice was a comical fucka, she got mugged (as if) coming back from the post office when she was sixty four, i went and had some tea and toast with her after hearing the story. She'd been a proper no nonesence old school grafter all her live and was aware she still had a grip like a moody chimp and one good move left in her lungs. She did the kid having locked grips handing over the money and fractured his skull with her free hand off the advantageously near gable end. 4 mins later she did the kids 42yr old mother in her midden (1 hit). But never phoned the police. I remember being chuffed when she liked me as a kid, i liked her, she was proper.
Had 14 scousers on me( shopping on me jacks) stanleyed out of thier bollox halfway down the esculators in Lewis's....that was a lark.
Bumped into a house burglar one day sat in our kids (femme) bath (bubbles/ducks the full trip) He'd eat me walnut-cake out of the fridge (amonst other things) and had a piss on the settee, bizarrely he had no sense of humour (two bob) whatsoever.
Had one of the bloods on me one day nipping for something to eat in NY, kept giving me sleeve a little tug and flashing his eyes down to his right hand in his jacket pocket whilst saying parrot fashion 'twenty little dollars'. Unfortunately (for him) i'd just had words with a right smacked arsed Rupert and was'nt feeling at all bonny. I was still walking and he was still man-marking me keeping me goalside to the wall chucking mild hurry up with the $'s faces. I got to the door of the eaterie and was further pissed that the grafters in there were instructing me to pay cheeky chops the money, apparently it was cool. Thats when the little voice in me head started f#ckin with me...i started to think can you imagine walking down Bradford Rd pulling this stunt, you would'nt get to the other end...**** him and his dollars.....goosey goosey i thought and told him he owed me 20$'s for the scran, dont get me wrong, im not taking the piss.....i wanted twenty $'s off him and if aint got it...he betta getting some fucka mugged pronto cause the whispering in me nut had said so and every pour on me kite would **** a lie detector test up. He made the mistake of shifting feet but was'nt expecting to me to simply start screaming for me twenty little dollars. I think looking back at his double take he would have prefered me not to shout cause the entire intersection of people now knew exactly what was going on including the copper on horse back other side of the lights, he well tippled and the kid bolted with the copper and horse galloping down the street in pursuit.
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