How I taught the Big Guy a Lesson

How I finally taught the big guy a lesson
“I did not provoke the fight, so I feel no remorse for
what I was forced to do. We were arguing, and since I
was right and he was wrong, he decided to fight to
cover his stupidity.

He swung at me first, but because I was in top
physical condition, I was able to act quickly and
block the punch neatly with my head.

I then jumped to the ground, knocking him down on top
of me. I placed my ear in his mouth and poked his
finger several times with my eye.

His teeth hurt so much from the strength of my ear
that he became irate and tried to kick me, but I
cleverly blocked the onslaught with my ribs and face.

I scrambled to my feet and ran to my car in hopes I
would get away and save this man from my deadly hands.
Before I could start the car he pulled me from the
still open door. I then proceeded to swing at him, but
only managed to hit myself in the head.

To this I said, “What’s this two against one?” That
was the final straw—I lost all control. There will be
no mercy!!

Taking him in my death grip, I pounded him in the knee
with my stomach—then I hit him two or three times in
the fist with my teeth! He had had it! I could tell.
After that he didn’t even try to pick me up off the
ground. He was too chicken!!

Perspective is everything!
Uploaded 06/26/2009
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