I took a vacation day on Sunday, because I reached my cap for PTO, and wasn’t accruing additional time. And funk dat. Toney and I went to the Backyard Ale House instead, where they had Bell’s Two-Hearted Ale on tap, along with a bunch of other interesting craft beers and imports.
Much better than working…
I also signed more books yesterday and the mega-stack is a little less daunting now. I should be able to finish it up during the coming weekend. I’m only working Mon/Tue/Wed this week, so the weekend starts on Thursday. I’d love to have the project completed by Friday afternoon, but we’ll see how it goes. Thank you guys for being patient.
One of our kids is home today, serving a one-day suspension for fighting. I don’t want to get into all the details, but will say this much… He might be in trouble at school, but he’s not in trouble at home. That shit was long overdue, and I high-fived him for a job well-done.
Middle school, or Junior High as we called it, is no fun. I was forced to punch five or six classmates in the face during those years, and clearly remember how sucktacular it was. Kids are obnoxious little bastards at that age, and they’ll make your life a living hell if you don’t stand up to them. So, our son’s “punishment” isn’t exactly grueling. He’s taking a break from Playstation right now, and eating a bowl of ice cream.
Unfortunately, they didn’t suspend kids for fighting in my day. It never earned me a day-off. In fact, I can only remember getting into trouble once. Some little turd was giving me a hard time in gym class, and I hit him so hard I think his head went all the way around. I mean, it was the shot heard ’round the gymnasium.
And the coach, Coach Dye, gathered all the students around, and paddled my ass in front of them. He had them form a semi-circle, and told me to bend over a chair. Then: SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!! You know, as all my “friends” cheered and laughed.
It’s amazing that such a thing was ever allowed. But whatever. That particular problem was solved for good (it usually only takes one good shot to the cheekbone to solve such issues), and news of it probably prevented a few new problems from popping up, as well.
Man, I hated Junior High…
Did you ever have any memorable encounters with bullies? How about fistfights at school? Please use the comments link below, to tell us your stories.
And tomorrow I’ll have something new from the House of Nancy. Oh, you’re going to enjoy this one. Heh. Wotta grand gang of weirdos…
I’ll see you guys then.
Have a great day!
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I was tormented by a girl in high school. I was finally pushed over the edge and punched her back, right in the nose. I broke it. Still crooked to this day…
Yay! The gift that keeps on giving.
Things are very different nowadays, at least on the administration side—kids, they’re exactly the same.
If they re-made My Bodyguard now, it’d feature dozens of grief counselors fanning out across the school and the lightning response of a crack SWAT-type anti-bullying task force.
I was seated at a desk and a guy was standing in front of me giving me a raft of crap. I had my fill of it and punched him square in the nuts, he dropped to the floor and I spent the rest of the class holding up a wall out in the hallway.
My first time in the Top 10 in ages. And a House of Nancy update tomorrow…oorah!
Kids are terrible. I have decided that if I ever have kids they will be home schooled. There’s ways to ‘socialize’ kids that doesn’t require tormenting them every day.
I hate bullies. I was happy to see that video of the Australian kid body slam the little shit who was punching him for no reason. Then, weeks later when both kids were interviewed the little pierced up snotbag sat there & tried to say HE was the victim. Man, I wanted to make him useful & feed him to some lions.
I’m sorry to say I was severely bullied throughout middle school and, to some extent, high school. I firmly believe a good beatdown of my tormentors would have solved everything. But, The Dark Force in the Universe Known as My Mother said that if I got into any fights at school she’d ship me off to boarding school. Then she washed her hands of the whole deal because, hey, not her fucking problem. So I became the schoolyard punching bag, which contributed immensely in creating the seriously fucked up adult I am today. I commend you for supporting your kid’s right to fight back. He’ll be better for it in the long run.
On a lighter note, looking forward to your Nancy story.
Never really got into many fights in school other than the first major rainfall of the school year dubbed “sophomore swim day”. The senior trying to douse me in mud ended up getting covered. I may have been small and skinny, but I had the good wrestling moves. There was a great story in the news a few months ago about a bully taking a kid’s Mountain Dew from him daily. The kid filled his bottle with piss one day. When the bully stole the bottle and drank the piss, the kid got in trouble because in today’s screwed up society we are obligated to provide untainted beverages to any asshole who wants to steal them.
I bet nobody steals that little dude’s Mt Dew anymore. HA!
Yes, no more paddling. But now we seem to have kids bringing guns to school. I don’t recall that going on back in the day.
When and where I went to school you could count on some of us having guns in our cars during hunting season. We would go out before and after school so they just went with us. You could drive around and see them in gun racks in the back of the trucks. The difference was we were taught that YOU DON’T SHOOT PEOPLE WITH THEM!
I actually brought a handgun to class in ninth grade to use as a prop in a class play. At the time (1982) no one really thought much of it since my intent was clear and I did not bring ammo (plus it was an antique, so using modern ammo would likely have destroyed it). The closest I got to trouble over it was from my drafting teacher wanted to see it because he was a collector.
Just a few short years ago here in Rural Ohio, I had a 12 gauge and a 20 gauge in the backseat of my Jeep, locked down tight, but ready to go for deer season. It was pretty normal for most of us, but nobody ever showed up for school the first day of deer season either.
I have a picture of about 20 guys each grabbing shotguns out of the trunk of some guys car. Right in front of the high school.
See, we were all going dove hunting after school. This being right around the time (1988) they started getting ass puckers about guns in kids cars – this guy volunteered to take everybody’s shotgun in his trunk and park on a side street. Please note that the street was about 1/2 step from the actual school lot.
I’m getting lightheaded just THINKING about how that scene would play out today….
our son has our permission to wallop anyone who physically bullies him. He knows he may get into trouble at school but definitely not here. It takes all my strength and restraint to keep from throttling the little buggers myself, and their asshole parents that raised them. don’t get me worked up – I’ve got get back to work stuff.
My old man always taught us that even in today’s politicized bullshit touchy feely society that you never start the fight, but you damned sure finish it…and you fight as hard or as dirty as you can to win. Needless to say, I got in a few fights in middle and high school but my folks always went to bat and backed me up…and even now I still appreciate that support and that willingness to stand up for what’s right even if it isn’t popular. So kudos to you and your son Jeff!
I like that – “You never start the fight but you damn sure finish it.” I have taught my children that but this is a way to say it that will stick in their minds. Thanks!
Told my daughter and grand-daughter basically the same. She starts it, she’s dead meat. Someone else makes the first hit, I’ll back her up all the way.
My old man has been saying it for years to us, and it’s stuck in our heads now. Just one of those things you don’t forget and needs to be taught to every beat down, bullied, scared kid. I never got picked on as a kid, but I seemed to have a lot of geeky, small, fragile friends that occasionally needed someone to remind the local idiots that certain behaviors wouldn’t be tolerated around me. Most of those beat down, bullied guys are now working for Gov’t Agencies with alphabetical names and are making ridiculous money, while the bullies mainly sit around the local watering hole, talking about sports games that didn’t happen and telling the same damn stories time and time again.
Tell your son to enjoy his time off for a job well done.
I don’t condone violence ( I think I am supposed to say that) and of course teach my children how to avoid it but have made it very clear to them that if anyone messes with them, take them out and let me worry about the school. Zero tolerance is a big 0 in my book.
When I started school I was one of the smallest in the class. My older brother was also one of the smallest, and endured some torment because my mother taught him to walk away. After witnessing what my brother went through (he still carries that chip with him today) she told me “If anyone bothers you, knock them out.” I followed her lead and I was known as “someone you don’t mess with” right through high school yet I was one of the friendliest kids there. I am secure (mostly) and fearless (most of the time) but my brother remains affected.
Good for you on not allowing your boys to be bullied. That will serve them well on their way to adulthood.
Can’t wait for the Nancy update!
About second or third grade, one kid would not let up bullying me. I had enough of his shit and punched him as hard as possible but connected in the middle of his forehead instead of his nose, but he went down hard.
It must have been garbage day as there was a steel garbage can on the side walk sitting there empty, so I picked it up and slammed the little bastard over the head with it. The rim of the can slit his head open and it began pouring an impossible amount of blood, I thought I had killed him.
I ran home to confess to my mother and I was really upset that I had hit this kid too hard and I was really scared and crying about it.
My mother already knew all about it. The other kid’s mom had already called my mom and told her it was about time I kicked the shit out of her kid because he deserved it.
He got about 10 stitches in his head and had a purple egg sticking out of his forehead for a week or so.
We eventually made up and we are still friends today, something like 40 years later.
Fights in school were never problem for me. My parents didn’t give a shit. But I started boxing in 7th grade so I knew how to give and take a punch. Pop someone in the nose HARD and the fight is usually OVER.
Wow, Jeff, you touched on a really raw nerve here. My family moved when I was in 8th grade so I missed the 8th grade Catholic school graduation. Grades 1- 8 and the entire school had maybe 250 kids. Moved to a public school where my graduationg class had 285 kids. I was the new kid with the Bronx accent (one girl asked me if I carried a knife – fucking hickabilly) and my life for the next 5 years was utter hell. I only made a handful of friends, mostly in the grade ahead of me. I wasn’t bullied per se, but certainly shunned. It stung.
Flash forward 30 years and some fucktard had the nerve to ask if I was going to the 30th reunion. WHat would be your guess you freaking rah rah queen? I never looked back and wouldn’t remember 98% of those kids if I fell over them.
You didn’t answer the question. DID you carry a knife?
No, my mother would have broken my ass.
We moved from Brooklyn to western Mass. when I was 15 (my younger siblings were aged 9 to 13). We got asked questions like “how many switchblades do you own?”
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I was bullied a couple of times in school and once even when I got my first job out of school. I found out quickly that if you stood up for yourself then the bullies would leave you alone.
A quick shout out to the brave men and women that took out Bin Laden…. hope they don’t stop until all of al queda is gone from the face of the earth.
If you like the blues pick up a copy of Seth Walker’s Leap of Faith, saw him in Asheville this weekend and am listening to it now. great music!
wow, just saw the vid, where do I get one of those?
I HATED junior high. AND high school too for that matter. My dad transferred about 4 times when I was growing up. So that meant 4 different schools. Do you know how hard it is to join a new school around 6th/7th grade??? These hicks have been together since pre-school and do not like strangers. Clicks have already been formed.
I was tormented being called Bucky (teef issues) and BB (big boobs). I finally got braces but the name stuck. Truth be told…I could eat a third row of corn through a picked fence. But still…
In my junior year of highschool I went out with a guy whose exgirlfriend tried to start shit with me. She tormented anyone who went near him. I was oblivious. She cornered me one day and warned me that if I continued to see him she would “cut’ me on the way home from school (with her pocketknife). She was a real prize. Nothing ever came to fruition as school ended and she graduated. But I had my share of bullying.
I was given the nickname T–s in 5th grade. The nickname stuck for years. My posture now SUCKS because of it.
The boy that gave me the nickname is now in prison, which makes me smile a little.
Photos for proof or gtfo.
Good for the boy.
I’ve never been suspended for fighting, sent to the office and lectured a few times though. Most satisfying would be grade 10, I popped one of the football jocks 10 minutes into chemistry class. One of those on-going things for some percieved slight I did to him. He tempted fate that day and got some in return. Teacher gave me a bit of a lecture, but he knew the guy had it coming and that was the end of that, class carried on.
That would be two football guys I sent spilling. 1st one was during hazing week, but that was more by sheer agony (sore as hell from an earlier bike accident) and _a lot_ of luck. He was good about it though, and it doesn’t really count as a fight, but it was a small victory for me, damn it.
I don’t have anything that related to the topic and question of the day. So, I am going to start spamming with awesome heavy metal band member names.
Fisthammer Killgore
Headsmash Fishwallow
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i used some Deathblunt Agrodyne on my Brunt Fungus and it cleared right up.. Thanks for the tip Ice!
Regarding today’s Further Evidence video: I’d hit that.
Where the hell are my comments going?
My lists aren’t showing up when I try to post. It keeps saying I already posted that, but it’s not posted. That’s censorship man, and that’s bullshit. I have my rights man and blah blah blah blah blah blah…
Priceoflife Hurtpain
Hateful Crotchsmell
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Flashback?
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Jeff,
Be glad you don’t have girls. Girls are EVIL. My 6th grade girl got slapped by another girl. School got involved and gave “The Slapper” detention. Slappers mom calls me horrified, that her child was disciplined. I hung up on her when she asked if it left a mark. WTF???? That family is from hell.
Lemme tell ya something…girls are EVIL whether they are in 6th grade or 45 years old. I thought when I left highschool the gossip, backstabbing, and bullying would stop. Nadda. I have found through the years that women actually get worse as they get older. Any workplace with a lot of women…you’re fucked. Especially when your new. Just like school, the clicks and “groups” are already established. The difference in me between then and now is that I have a bigger mouth to tell someone to fuck off.
Agreed. I work in a fucking hen house. I don’t reveal ANY information about me or my family.
My wife hangs with a bunch of bitches. They get together to play “bunko” and exchange recipes. One of them, Laura, has the worst recipes you’ve ever heard of. I love getting copies of her “recipes” but it pisses my wife off that I make fun of her. So I have some other girls e-mail me the goods after their little lez-fest. Some actual “recipes” of Laura’s:
Ranch Soup
Fill a microwave safe bowl with ranch dressing. Microwave on high for 2 minutes, stir and serve.
Cereal Toppers
Tired of the same boring cereal? Top your cereal with a dollop of penut butter, whipped marshmallow, or spray whipped cream for an interesting twist.
I swear to God, I think she jotts this shit down while in the driveway. Ranch Soup? Jesus. There’s another hen party scheduled for this Thursday. I can’t wait to see what Laura contributes.
I thought you were joking about the ranch soup thing…that’s sick. That’s just sick.
My mom used to play Bunco and it literally sounded like a hen house. I love my mom dearly, but even I would leave with my dad and brothers during Bunco!
AMEN BIKERCHICK! You nailed that shit right on the head! I seriously don’t know what I’m more stressed out about…the constant bullshit drama or the actual work I do!
Luckily I never got bullied (much), and certainly never did any bullying, since I wasn’t one of those 6-foot 6th graders who shaved. But my parents *did* teach us to “walk away” as Sherri says, and I think that was incorrect of them. I prefer eeyoresmama’s approach: instigation = “you’re in trouble”, self-defense = “the Wrath of Mom is on your side”.
I can’t think about blues as such; still got a head full of Tower of Power from the other week. Man, what an awesome show.
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I’ve got a really small 10 year old son, he’s just short. He’s smart as hell though, and not nerdy. However a coach at the Middle school has a juvenile deliquent for a son who’s gigantic cause hes been held back twice and thinks its ok to torment my kid. I told mine, I am done. Kick him in the balls. I know its not man friendly but this son of a bitch is almost a foot and a half taller and out weighs him by at least 50 to 60 pounds. I’d beat his ass myself but I’m allergic to jail. The coach always runs to his kids rescue before any other parent gets notified, which pisses me off to no extent. I told my son he has my full permission to do what he has to do to protect himself. This kid hurts animals and is on the fast track to prison. I’m already practicing for my TV interview with Dateline about how he was always a bad seed and no one is suprised that hes a serial killer or some such.
Have you considered going above the administration in the school? That crap would really piss me off.
I was in many fights in school. I wasn’t a bully, or quite exactly a tough guy, but I was a very good wrestler. I won every fight but two…and that speaks highly of Karma. One, I fought to a draw with a new kid that I picked on for some reason or another (8th grade, go figure). He and I became good friends afterward.
The fight that I truly, truly lost, was because I was being a jerk, and the kid’s big brother came after me. It was my last fight ever. He hit me twice…and I swear, he hit so fast that the pain from the first punch didn’t register in my brain until after the secong punch hit me! Lesson to be learned here is, don’t be a dick to the little brother of a Golden Gloves boxing champion!
I never really had a bully problem if someone bothered me I quickly called them out. Most times they backed down. I had two older brothers and was in countless physical confrontations. So getting punched or punching someone came natural to me. My Dad told me one day after getting my ass kicked “there is a big difference between getting beat up and losing a fight. Start fighting back quickly and violently and they will begin to think twice before starting with you”.
I was also devious. I once got up early and beat my Brother with a wiffle ball bat while he slept peacefully. Paybacks a bitch.
Always get your retribution in first.
– Jack Reacher
“I seek… retribution.”
– Jesus of Nazareth, as quoted in “The Spirit of Christmas”
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I had one bully in high school.
My freshman year one of the juniors (the smallest, dumbest and least aggressive) decided that it would be a good idea to up his cred by poping a freshman after gym.
So he cornered me (literally) and threw an arm across my throat. He obviously didn’t know that my nickname in elementary school was “psycho”. So I kneed him in the balls, and punched him in the back of his head as he shifted to an 90% angle. While he was a little groggy, I shoved him into one of the over-sized athletic lockers and threw his padlock on it. Took him a while to work the numbers and get out, but he made it before the end of the day.
Never had any problems with anyone after that.
As a smallish, admittedly dorky kid, I took a metric shitload of garbage off my classmates all through school. Due to my father’s status as a fairly prominent employee of the school district, it was implied by my parents (or at least my mother) that I had a duty to uphold a family reputation for good behavior, and I was usually compelled to turn the other cheek, regardless of the severity of the torment. I realize now that was utter bullshit.
But anyway.
The only time I can recall really retaliating was in around third grade. The class was standing in line for the playground after lunch, and this douchebag who’d been hassling me all semester kept pushing at me repeatedly. Tired of it, I turned around and gave the kid a heavy shove and, unprepared for my retaliation, he lost his balance and fell all the way back into the kids standing behind him. A line of about six or eight third graders all fell, domino-style. And of course, I was the one who got punished…
Fistfights at school? I got into a fight
(BORING STORY SKIPPED)
…and so I missed my own friggin prom-seriously, I was sufuckingspended- and so,
(MORE SKIPPING)
…anyway, she was awesome and I owe her and her mother one each. Proud of it. Good times, good friends.
Plus, I avoided jail time… so that’s awesome.
I was a normal rebellious teenage girl in Jr High. I had dreams of smashing someone’s face into the trophy case in the main hallway. Never got my chance.
I knocked the crap out of a Jaso. Means nothing to you, but the Jaso family was a conglomerate of illegal activity in our suburban town. She was bullying a family friend and fellow female. Relentlessly.
I was just going to talk to her. Maybe intimidate. That mouth of hers opened up and I totally understood why my friend was so tormented. Busted her lip wide open in the crowded hall between classes. Not even I saw it coming.
Me likey…
Am I the only one who wished this story ended with someone going head first into the trophy case???
There’s always the reunion!
I moved a lot when I was a kid and faced the bullies of many different schools. I was always active and usually fit in but still manage to get bullied, specially by the guys that just can’t help themselves.
One time in 5th grade we were playing touch football and this guy kept tackling me and giving me sucker punches when down. Second time he tries it I freaked out on him. don’t really remember if I hit him, but I was cut lightly. He never bothered me again.
The funniest one was when I moved to a new school in 12th grade. I was actually 2 years youger for my grade (long story) and this guy from 11th grade was trying to organize ‘initiations’ against the 9th graders and thought I was one of them!! hehe, well I turned it on him and said I was going to initiate HIM. I was lucky on that one, because he was older and tougher than me.
If I were to give advise to a kid: don’t give an inch, but don’t over-react. you have to retaliate in the moment, but not too much as to cause further retaliation. aside from that, good luck!
I never really got into fights, but my son is a little guy. He will be six next month and he is the smallest in his class. We started him in tae kwon do last fall and it really helped his confidence.
About two months into his TKD three first graders cornered him in the bathroom. One of them required stitches, the second suffered a broken nose and the third left with a black eye. I must say I was proud of the way he stood up to them. And he’s had no trouble since.
I thought I didn’t have a story, but I just remembered a pretty good one. When I was in junior high there was a really obnoxious guy who, amongst other things, would thump the shit out of my forehead. It is to my continuing shame that I let him get away with it, even though he was a lot bigger than me.
Flash forward many years in the future, when I heard on the news that the guy had been murdered, shot by his wife. I have no doubt that the fucker richly deserved it.
Yes, be glad you don’t have girls! Young girls are brutal. My daughter has been at her current school for 2 years and still isn’t settled in. The schoolyard politics are unreal.
A boy at school repeatedly tells my daughter that he wants to “do” her mom. Well, a) he wouldn’t know what to do with her mom anyway and b) he can have her mom…but that’s another story. So what do I tell her? Ignore it? To tell him it’s innapropriate? To slap him in the face? The sad part is that this boy probably likes my daughter!
I remember a good fight back in elementary school. I think I was in the fifth grade. This kid who everyone called “Doe Doe”??? was a real ass. He demanded lunch money from me and I refused. So then he set up a fight in the bathroom.
I showed up and there were 3 other guys with him. I think they intended to jump me. I split doe doe’s lip right off the bat, and he took off running. I caught him in the hallway, and might have killed him if the principal hadn’t intervened. I’ve never been so fucking mad. I stomped his head with all my might.
I still remember exactly what the principal said, and I quote, “They bus those niggers over here from across town, and they’re nothing but trouble. I have to paddle you or give you two days off. I’d take the time off if I were you.” The principal said “niggers” like it was the most natural thing in the world. Even then I thought it was odd. And so I took the time off. My mother and I went out to eat and had a hell of a good time while I was suspended. My step-dad bought me a baseball glove and congratulated me.
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Holy crap! That’s not beer, that’s vodka!
This world has gone crazy. I see kids fighting on the national news! In my day it wasn’t a big deal to have a fight. That’s how we settled things. We fought, and the loser usually got sodomized by the onlookers.
I remember whooping Roy’s ass in the eighth grade. They went in to sodomize him when things were over and he threw his legs in the air and never complained a bit. Took it like a champ. We all respected him after that.
Yup, school’s are crazy oversensitive. My oldest was assigned after school detention for 2 days for saying “Jesus, would you stop!” when someone was screwin’ with him. Per this douchekateacher, he used “Jesus” as curse word. Needless to say, after showing the administration how many curse words I knew myself, the detention was withdrawn. Asshats.
I went to a small school in Texas (35 in our graduating class). It was stuck in the 50’s – no facial hair, no long hair, no short skirts, etc. There was even a special school in Waco that they shagged the pregnant girls off to. One day a girl would be pregnant, the next day she’d be gone. The principal prayed over the intercom system. We had a designated smoking area (boys only) and one guy got expelled for having his ear pierced.
But there was no problem with fights. There were fights all the time. People fight sometimes, big frikken deal, as far as I’m concerned.
In middle school (6th grade), we had a real asshole kid transfer from somewhere else. Supposedly this little shit was kicked out of his other school and we all figured out why almost immediately. He was always smacking people around, putting gum in girls hair, mulling little kids over with his knock off Dyno bike… One day, during recess, we were all planning some birthday shindig for someone and this kid overheard and ran straight to the kid and told him about it. We ahd all had it with him. He was a real tiny little shit too, so I couldn’t figure out why nobody had taken this fucker out yet. So, I walked across the playground (or blacktop or whatever it was), walked right up to him, pulled back and punched him. He fell on the ground in what seemed to be agonizing pain and actually started to CRY. There was some triumphant cheering, a few gasps, and that was that. I never got in trouble and the kid ended up getting transferred out again shortly after.
I also dumped a beer on my asshole ex’s little sister’s head once. After we were through and he hooked up with the slut he was cheating on me with, I saw his little skank sister at a bonfire at someone’s house. She continued to indirectly address the situation to me and the rest of the people trying to enjoy themselves, and making the whole atmosphere really uncomfortable. I kept my cool for a solid 45 minutes while this bitch giggled and laughed, and even called his new girlfriend and giggled on the phone to her about it. I’d finally had enough. I cracked a beer, casually walked over to her while she was busy gabbing to her friend about it, and dumped it over her head. Her friend went to take a swing, and in my fit of fury I grabbed the bitch by the hair and threw her about 6 feet into the gravel. Before anything else could happen, I had 4 or 5 people pulling me away. The guy who owned the house ultimately made them leave and another girl just said to me, “Thank you for doing that…I was getting REALLY sick of listening to her!” And the bonfire went on like nothing happened.
I don’t really believe that violence solves anything…usually it just makes it worse honestly, but DAMN, it feels good sometimes.
I remember a boy in middle school/jr. high who was a target in every gym class which involved dodgeball. They were vicious w/ him. I always like him, he was kind and nice. Well I’ve since “friended’ him on Fbook and many of his “friends” are the same asslicks who drilled him to the wall during those dodgeball games. I guess someone has to forgive and forget.