Wiping my nose on your sleeve
Posted on Sat Aug 11 08:51:00 UTC 2007
Blair, it must be said, is quite a plucky little scrapper. Originally we were going to go at it with gloves and mouth-guards and headgear and various other safety features, but (as tends to happen) we just ended up getting drunk in some Russian bar and then decided to go brawl in the car park.
Now normally in these impromptu Fight Club scenarios I seem to find myself in, after first contact all the fight just kinda goes outta the other guy and it's over. But Blair actually wore me out. Bloodied up his face some, but me being a fat fuck and a chain smoker and a glutton and gourmand of bad habits generally I couldn't keep it up and was soon exhausted, wrestling and panting for breath on the ground.
At this point we had to cease hostilities due to Russians, but it could have become quite interesting though.
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Every woman in the ENTIRE WORLD (that I know on a personal basis), in some kinda cruel and massively well co-ordinated conspiracy, seems to be dead set on giving me the ever-so-helpful advice that I'm a) a fuck up and b) I should stay single for the benefit of the human race.
I HATE BEING SINGLE
Perhaps there's some kinda surgical operation.
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It's kind of a good thing he's leaving this weekend, I don't want to go into all the ugly details but upon inspecting the morning-after damage a bit of a black eye is involved.
Now normally in these impromptu Fight Club scenarios I seem to find myself in, after first contact all the fight just kinda goes outta the other guy and it's over. But Blair actually wore me out. Bloodied up his face some, but me being a fat fuck and a chain smoker and a glutton and gourmand of bad habits generally I couldn't keep it up and was soon exhausted, wrestling and panting for breath on the ground.
At this point we had to cease hostilities due to Russians, but it could have become quite interesting though.
- - -
Every woman in the ENTIRE WORLD (that I know on a personal basis), in some kinda cruel and massively well co-ordinated conspiracy, seems to be dead set on giving me the ever-so-helpful advice that I'm a) a fuck up and b) I should stay single for the benefit of the human race.
I HATE BEING SINGLE
Perhaps there's some kinda surgical operation.
- - -
It's kind of a good thing he's leaving this weekend, I don't want to go into all the ugly details but upon inspecting the morning-after damage a bit of a black eye is involved.