i used to fight as a colt, 6 or 7.... being my age, i used to knuckle and dust... it was fun... then again at 14 or 15... punching this irish in the kidneys... he later became a bouncer standing at some odd spots outside of nightclubs... i haven't been in a fight since then... boxing with rhetoric isn't fighting, to be exact... since it's only "boxing"... i can't remember being in a fight of late... so how do i compensate? i try to be a pervert, "touching up" a male cat's genitals... i never do, because he comes at my hand, biting and scratching it... yep... and that's equivalent to shrimps on a swing singing: way way... wave! what a lot of odd *******... i really do miss the odd rough & tumble as a kid... when it was only between two boys, that had a disinterest in girls... or had no knowledge of the existence of... the stated special compliment... **** me... no... not special akin to a christmas present, via thesaurus rex: unique... sss.... p'eh... sh... al.... no, wait, that's the christmas present... dry-s, s, p'eh ti- -e- -al. s'pé'tial.... the 3rd syllable being akin to the teleppone... or: dial, dial *******! dial! dynamo! don't know about now... 6ft1... over 100 kilograms? would i be good at boxing? it was so fun fighting when i was a kid... well... i know i can drink someone out of their braging capacity to down a 70cl bottle of whiskey... sure sure, it might take me 2 / 3 hours... but i'm making cocktails... and listening to cedric 'im' brooks satta masa ganna humming along to: and that too equates to: the last king of scotland, who took a stab at ruling zimbabwe. i can't remember when i was in a fight, if it wasn't being aged 6, or 7... i guess the only violent act i'm capable of these days, is drinking 700... and sitting "dumb", silent, "stupid", attempting to harvest a nod.