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There was a bully in High School named Michael. He picked on me for years.

He kicked me in the nuts in front of Becky and I cried.

I was getting good at volleyball so I took the sharpest knife out of my Parent's drawer, slipped it in my sock and gave Mike the Joker smile in Spanish Class, showing him the knife.

Then when he was at his locker I sprinted at him volleyball style and just stood there.

All the mental and physical bullies apologized and nicknamed me Killer.
 
I just took a shit in someone’s yard. I was on my home from the bar and couldn’t squeeze my cheeks anymore. Actually I took 2 shits in 2 different yards I didn’t get it all out the first time had to make another pit stops. Really could have used more than 2 socks today.
 
I just took a shit in someone’s yard. I was on my home from the bar and couldn’t squeeze my cheeks anymore. Actually I took 2 shits in 2 different yards I didn’t get it all out the first time had to make another pit stops. Really could have used more than 2 socks today.
Tully I have to say this is not POTY behavior! (Or maybe it is 🤔)
 
There was a bully in High School named Michael. He picked on me for years.

He kicked me in the nuts in front of Becky and I cried.

I was getting good at volleyball so I took the sharpest knife out of my Parent's drawer, slipped it in my sock and gave Mike the Joker smile in Spanish Class, showing him the knife.

Then when he was at his locker I sprinted at him volleyball style and just stood there.

All the mental and physical bullies apologized and nicknamed me Killer.

I had 2 fights in my school days. I was in 8th grade and there was a 7th grader that was 6'' taller and 20# heavier than me(he was same age but held back a year). He kept messing with me until we were at a party and I had had enough. I clocked him and pounced on him. He ended up in fetal position and never messed with me again.

2nd fight was against a hockey player friend of mine that was much bigger than me. He was a defensive end on the football team. It was during freshman year at two-a-days football practices. It was a tradition that during lunch between practices prior to coaches returning to the field, the seniors would pick a freshman and that freshman would call someone out to fist fight. I was backup QB and hung out with most of the upperclassmen so I think he was trying to earn respect. I had no fight practice but I went into Fighting Irishman stance and whooped him with uppercuts and a strong right once he dropped. His mom went to the coaches the next day because he had a massive blackeye. That was the end of two-a-day fights. I'm a lover not a fighter, but I have my limitation.