in preparation for the knock-down, drag-out fight i know is coming this saturday at the CH birthday bash, i’ve been taking instruction from some of the punk high school girls i work with. yesterday at the library, they showed me the many, many scars on their knuckles from punching other girls in the face who had braces. now, former friends, aren’t you glad none of us has metal teeth straighteners? no one has to get permanently marked here. let’s all remember that when the fists start flying.
February 22, 2007 by
we gonna scrap?
Categories: General
when the fists start flying….
…..someone is going home with meat on there face!