The Fight
She: You bleepin' bleep!
He: That's not what you called me last weekend when I bleeped you
She: Yeah, that was before you bleeped my mother
He: Well, she's a whole heluva lot nicer than you, bleep!
She: Why, you bleep of a bleep! I'll kick your sorry bleep!!
With that, she curled her hand into a fist and punched him
in the face
She stepped backwards from the force and shock of it
Then he hauled off and punched her back - hard
so hard she fell down - the wind knocked out of her
As she lay stunned on the floor
he stood straddling her body with his legs
put one foot on her chest
a menacing grin on his face
He: Got anything else to say, bleep?
She squeezed her eyes shut to blink back the tears and quietly answered:
She: You...............................bleep.
All I want to say about this is that tonight I displayed my "Bad to the Bone" side and came out on top (unlike the poem). I am a very nice person, but if someone starts with me, they better be ready to fight. This was not a personal battle, but a bureaucratic disagreement. My adrenalin was coursing through my body - fight no flight. I have calmed down now and realized how mellow I really had become (except for tonight).
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