Saturday, April 2, 2011

I Don't Fight. I Just Raise the Eyebrow.

I've never been in a fight. Never. Most people assume I have because of the way I look. When I pull out the serious face mixed in with the raised eyebrow people get scared. I guess that's good for me. No one has ever messed with me. But....
I'm kind of itching to get into one. Just to see what would happen. My theory is that I don't know how to just injure someone and instead will kill them. I feel my DNA has encoded "destroy" in that sector of my brain and not "maim". Because Spartans don't injure, they kill.
And the only thing that's stopping me from getting in a fight is the thought of jail time. Because frankly, I'm too pretty for jail. And, I don't think they'll let me bring my flatiron.
There are some people I would like to punch in the face. I'd even settle for ripping out a few hairs from the head of some Long Island whorebag. I think it would make me feel better. What's the worst that could happen? Being charged with assault? What's the penalty for that? I would probably just have restraining orders against me. I can live with that. I just need to punch you in the face one good time and don't expect to be back after that anyway.
Some people just need a really good beat down.

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