Some of you may have noticed that the
Bitchery Triad hasn’t seen action for a while. Well, don’t cry,
because we’re back! Possibly forever, maybe just for now, who the
hell knows anymore.
Anyway, while we’re here, we’re
doing another blog link up, in which each of us will write our own
three reasons why we’d win a fight. I think it’s important to
note that we do not mean “a fight with each other,”
because there's no way in ten hells we would ever fight.
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| We're tight, yo. |
I also think it’s important to note
that the fight in question is hypothetical. No one is actually
fighting anyone, as far as I know, although when we say “fight,”
we totally mean “with an actual person,” and not “against the
forces of evil,” or whatever. (Although I’d
totally win that fight, too).
Without further ado, here are the three
reasons I’d win in a fight. (After you’ve read them, you can go
ahead and read Christina’s reasons and Cari’s reasons).
1) I Bite
Totally. If you ever get in a fight
with me, keep your shit away from my mouth cause I will bite the hell
out of it. I'm not afraid of your diseases. My white cells carry
rocket launchers.
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| I haven't had my teeth sharpened, but don't tempt me. |
2) I'm From West Virginia
We rough it 19th
century-style out here, growin' our own veg, killin' our own meat,
wrestlin' bears, and knife-fightin' cougars for fun. I am not making
this up.
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| She is totally making this up. ~ Art G. |
Seriously, though, I could break you in
half, city slicker. But I'd be neighborly about it, cause
we're old-fashioned like that.
3) I Will Climb You Like a Fuckin' Tree
No matter how big you are, you're not
big enough. I'm a rabid fuckin' squirrel-ninja. Do not piss me off.
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| I know 17 ways to kill you with this lollipop. |
