why did you beat the crap out of him?
Very seldom, usually by my grandmother with a wooden coat-hanger. I always gave her a good reason for it, I was in awe whenever she could catch me, it never did really hurt, and it fitted well within the cowboys vs. indians mindframe i was operating in at the time. So i never felt wronged by it. I loved my grandmother dearly.
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).
Are you trying to sound sexy here?
It's working :D
by Edvard
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).
Are you trying to sound sexy here?
It's working :D
Down boy! You'll scare the children!