When we were kids, my brother and I fought. Rarely fisticuffs. It was usually just mouthing off at each other.
I learned, at one point, if I just kept standing there talking and not letting him get a word in edgewise, I could irritate him to the point where he just left in a huff.
To my mind, that was winning. As I got older, I realized that it was me being a jerk.
These days, it sounds like what passes for ‘news commentary’ on some of the livelier TV shows. And they probably feel that they’re winning.
One of my coworkers married a “roller derby queen” as Jim Croce would call her. Go get the little weasel Dr. Pain.
Hulk time! Hulk time! He squeaked, and that’s just what the Docta ordered.
There is probably a boundary.Granted, that is probably merely “dragging the boat on dry land and fleeing for your life disqualifies you…” but still…
Are we certain that Chupra is not a time-travelling Paste who came back from the future to prevent what happened to him from happening?
Gosh! I LOVE THAT ONE!