I'm afraid that's an impossibility. I've no one here for you.
by HelenaOh, thank fuck: finally a chance to talk about myself. I got so excited at the title of this thread that I didn't even bother watching the video.
Between the ages of thirteen and fifteen, my old man beat the shit out of me. Then I asked him to teach me to fight, a request to which he assented. He took the lessons very seriously. The first lesson consisted of my introduction to male banter - he mocked me for my small, delicate hands and then complimented me on the calluses I'd developed on my palms as a gymnast. Then he pointed out my physical strengths - powerful deltoids, latissimus dorsi, triceps and rectus adominis. After many, many lessons, he seemed genuinely surprised when, two years later, I used the very same techniques to beat the crap out of him (to be fair, I'd only become stronger in that time whilst he had aged beyond his years due to his alcoholism. I think that with that concession I've now reached the limits of my modesty. I'm not Thrill Kill: I'm prepared to admit that my male adversary was weaker than I was at the time of said beating)
as stated previously, i am happy to respond to your comments once you have explained why you lied about beating the crap out of your father. in case you're still confused/drunk/high i have quoted the paragraph in which you state you did beat him, you can compare it with your response here if you'd like.
and for the 2nd time, i asked you about this before edvard compared you and selena.