When i was a young lad my brother and I wanted to box. I had gotten a punching bag for christmas, to work on my figure, and with it came 2 boxing gloves. So we set up a mattress, and each took one glove. I was literally 2 feet shorter than him, but something inside me thought that each time I could take him. I would try and throw the first punch, and soon after I would get punched literally about 10 times. I would curl up on the ground, and cry and yell stop stop stop. When he would stop I would get back up really quickly, and then cheap shot him. After I cheap shotted him, I would run downstairs, and yell mom mom charles hit me. I would get him in trouble. That's awesome. Now he always tells me how mad he would get, and I laugh and laugh, and then sometimes cry because of how bad my head would hurt afterwards.
to sum things up fighting sucks, and I never have actually punched someone beside my brother in the nards.
this is perfect because I just got asked to participate in ultimate fighting. I said YES.
i need the money
...and the fame
......hi lacy
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Minus the punching bag and boxing gloves my [younger] sister and I went through something similar. Only she would hit me a bunch of times. Then, finally, when I couldn't take it any more I would hit her back. Then she'd start crying really loud until my mom came, at which point she'd tell my mom that I hit her. I'd try to explain that I was merely defending myself from her, but my mom wanted to hear none of it. I would never get more than two words out before she'd say, "Haley, I don't want to hear it. Go to your room."
So in retrospect maybe it's only slightly similar. But your blog reminded me of that, so now I'm sharing it with you.
You do realize that they actually punch (hard) in ultimate fighting, right?
There are plenty of other money-making options out there that don't involve getting your head caved in.
I'd consider looking into those before becoming the next Ken Shamrock.
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