Him:
ok, yes, I understand, very funny, I had my ass kicked by a girl, and almost got a bloody nose, HA HA, look at the village idiot! No problem for ripping my manly-hood out of me like the guts of a soldier only dreaming of his worm home in the pitch black night of a sickeningly humid and cold front line of a loosing war. It's OK! I think I can find in Tesco two pounds of masculinity. Is practically free!
Noooooot!
Initially I wanted to share with this world the special moment I had yesterday when I saw from my office window a couple fighting and I send a SMS to Her to tell her that I love her. To tell her that I am thankful that we don't have such problems and that I enjoy every moment with her. I wanted to write about the nice movie that we saw together in the evening.
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But YOU had to mention the fight! Let me tell you the TRUTH! I know you can't handle the TRUTH, but pity is a vandalized word in my dictionary. Her started the fight, with a cowardly blow to my nose behind my back. I never saw it coming, as I was bringing Her milk and cookies to bed. As I was falling down on the floor I saw a small white lite in an infinite darkness and felt the smell of home bake bread. But suddenly anger poised my veins giving my the power for living, the power for revenge. And, as I was laying down, I start protecting myself from her kicks with the baseball bat to the head and raise myself to face the enemy and look inside the dark fiery eyes of the beast in front of me. Merciless I return each blow, merciless I brought down the monster and merciless I put my foot on evil chest until Her said "Uncle, Uncle, Uncleeeeee!"
The victory was sweet and the entire village welcomed me like a hero, a savior from the tyrant which she was.
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And then we watched a movie and had milk with cookies!
PS: truth may be just a tiny little bit distorted!
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