....do freaking yard work. I think everything in my yard is on some kind of super steroid. I wish it would all die. I miss my town home.
Ssoooo, you would rather get beat up huh? (cracks knuckles) Your wish is my command!
My determination to not strike the first blow, but also to not stand mute and allow myself, and all that I believe in and stand for, to be trampled by men who would deprive me of my God-given, or natural right to suit my own end.