hellifiknow,
Dont be scurrrrrred (That is how they say scared in the dirty south hoods!)
& on the real.....Some women need the shit stomped out of their ass. Dumb ass broads (those who let their kids get child molested and do nothing about it, those who are perpetual welfare recipients - keep on having babies and abuse them by not giving them a good and decent home & not enough love, woman who hit on men and think that they can do that because a man is not suppose to hit a woman...you know, broads like that!)
OK, I SAID IT! Now what? Are the feminists gonna come after my ass and tell me off too?.......me? one of the female persuasion?
I told my son, NEVER HIT A GIRL< WOMAN< FEMALE< WHATEVER (someone who looks like a woman, but might not be a woman, for real). Instead, I told him to call me with the "911-111111" and I will beat her azz for you.
Case example: One time, his "girlfriend" got mad at him while they were play wrestling. She hauled off and scratched the holy shit out of him. He had this big ole gash in the center of his forehead. Real ugly and looks mighty painful. He called me crying and sheeeiiittt (big wuss). I said "What did you do to that girl?" HE said "Nuttin', I was just winning and she got mad...that is all.". Being that my son is no liar, I believed him. Soooooooo, I immediately braided my hair up like Snoop Dogg, rubbed vaseline all over my face and arms (so the razor blades can [/i]slide off[/i], not penetrate - in case the homegirl I was conforting was like foxy brown or something), put on my leather motorcycle jacket with the fringes hanging off the sleeves, caught the next thing smoking to Maryland.....& I went to SEE her azz.
The people on the plane were looking at me like I was deranged! I was laughing out loud to myself and shit. I was like STRAIGHT ride or die this night, so I was not giving a care.
WHen I showed up, they ALL where shocked. No one could believe that I flew across the country that fast. & let me tell you, once I saw my kids face, I was going to commit a 1-8-7 on this girl's azz!
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(1-8-7 is the police radio code for a probable homicide), She was smart, she started stuttering and apologizing, crying, pleading for her life. I was like "If I wanted my son to have scars on his forehead, I would have dropped his azz on it when he was a hollering azz little baby!"
I did not beat her up....that day. But I shook the shit out of her!!!! & I told her, just like Wyatt Earp told the town sheriff......"If you don't be careful, you are gonna SEE me one time too many".
I guess talking and acting like that, folks would be scared, huh? .

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I am cool though. Don't mess with my kid and people will never see that side of me. Mess with my son and your ass is grass and I will be the RIDING lawn mower! & don't mess with my man or my cats either. Or my Mom or Dad. But you can mess with my oldest sister because I am mad at her right now, and my oldest brother too. But not my baby brother and my sister that is in the middle. Ok, and Bcdd & Helli and Momof5 and Appaloosa and Jennifer and Bingolong and JTF and jane_haze and my main man MurphD and the persina comic, and... and all hell...all the post memberss at the RP.com..yeah, don't mess with none of them & we are cool! ;p