I'm not violent by nature. ( maybe,by nuture...) but there is this fellow at work,who drives me insane,without saying a word...everything about him
is annoying. I almost got into a fist fight with him on friday...(I used to scrap,quite frequently as a youth... bad neighborhood...blah,blah,blah.)
I'm actually,quite ashamed of myself...he's a tiny scrawny guy,with no muscle tone what so ever. It's just that his voice, has a rather cacophonous quality to it. (and he is such an irritating redneck) I seldom argue politics,but how much Rush Limbaugh is a man expected to listen to,after an hangover,while trying to detox from medicinal herbs,without exploding?
I suppose...I owe him a two liter of Pepsi,and a new portable radio.
Meh, maybe I should of just open handed smacked him (commonly refered to as a bitch smack)
Violence...in certain situations,can be quite beautiful.
Not so Peaceful,bd