I'm a lot like you. Sometimes you win and sometimes you lose, but you get nowhere if you don't try to defend yourself, and it just encourages thugs like him to bully other people if you don't, so kudos to you!
I hate fucking bullies!
I have little tolerance of bullies. It's just ingrained in me. First grade, there was a kid that was developmentally challenged. Andy was a very good kid. There were no programs for him at that time, although it did change within the next school year. We had two kids that started to harass and make fun of Andy. He and I were playing on the monkey bars at recess one day. These two cousins came by and started hitting on Andy. Harold, the only fat kid in class, was leading the punching. He had his back to me with me hanging in the air.
I wrapped my legs around his fat neck and squeezed HARD. He struggled and then I dropped my weight on him.
It slammed his head into the ground and stunned him. I rolled his fatass over and began to pummel his face.
Andy was wearing cowboy boots,as always, and kicked the other kid in the nutsack hard enough to make him puke!
Naturally there was an instant crowd and a teacher soon followed. I was still beating on Harold with him crying and screaming. Yeah, there wuz blood a flying!
A young teacher, first year, came over and pulled me off and took up all to the principal's office. I kept kicking Harold in the ass until we went in inside. My teacher was a friend of my Dad and knew me well and knew I never started a thing. Harold and Richard got expelled. Mr Jones asked me why I got involved. I just used a line that I heard my Dad use, "Sometimes a man just has to do what a man has to do." I guess they thought that was funny coming from a little kid. Mr Jones laughed and told my teacher to take me back to the classroom as he was laughing and shaking his head.
S no way! I don't want Tyson ear shapes in my mouth, melt em down and remold!
