I've had to stand my ground with people at my job before. I refuse to be a doormat for anyone. It's not about ego for me - it's about protecting myself. The managers laugh when stuff like that happens. At the end of the day, you’re the only one who’ll have your back.
oh yeah I agree man. I will stand up for myself, if needs be. There is a point where I, give myself a team team talk, and logically override my natural born pussiness
You have to be careful though because if a lady you’re romantically interested in sees you NOT fight when the chance arises, it’s over between the two of you.
There's a paradox that if you've actually been so badly hammered by the opposing forces that you have all scars on your face, this makes you more imposing, not less. I've always taken advantage of that plus apparent Irishness to eke a stand-down out of anyone going down to the wire.
And apart from the trusted nutting, there's always the willy-grab, which even if it inflicts no damage, unnerves the adversary to such an extent that victory is assured. Interpersonal violence is such an intimate thing, don't you think?
hahaha I've got a similar set up. I had my nose sent slightly askew by a Spanish mugger, I didn't have the linguistic flair to understand I was being mugged by. I thought we were getting along great, until his accomplice popped out from behind a dumpster and kneed me in the schnozz. I've also got a mean slit in my eyebrow, from when I fell on a glass of booze I was holding.
Isn't it just? I AM fluent in the willly grab from my days as a rugger bugger. I took to wearing lycra to keeping my already-discrete plumbs into an even neater package, so I was safe from the willy grabbers of this world. Is it still violence if you experience orgasm. That's a concept I still wrestle with, much like my old rugger coach
If it's consenting when you grab or get grabbed then no it's not violence just a beautiful moment of sharing - and of course everything that happens on the rugger field is consenting.
I was very bad at rugby but still enjoyed it and played it to the utmost of my mediocrity. I had a tendency to forget all about the ball and the game and fixate on vengeance on whoever fucked with me last, a tunnel-vision vendetta that tended to accrue penalties and sendings-off.
But I am fluent in Spanish and so would never mistake a mugging for a pleasant chat, however I have only ever been mugged and/or stabbed on the streets of my native London. Oh, Big Smoke, city of overpriced snacks and unexpected assaults! How I don't miss you...
With enough mud and oversight from a sunday morning offical consent is most certainly implied! At least in my day, when rugger was ruggery, and buggering was buggery. I've had the rug pulled from underneath my feet and over my eyes on more than one occasion
haha I was really good. I was probably the best openside flanker in my county. If you get me drunk enough, it's a countdown before I bring it up. That was just before the ganja hit. I loved settling a good score too, although legally. My sport would be winding someone up until they punched me in the face, then smugly getting the ref's attention as they wacked me, and waving them off to the sinbin.
I would like to hire you as spanish assailant interpreter. London really is fucked up. They have gangs riding around on motherbikes pinching phones out of tourists hand. Then they hack into your bank and take out loans in a couple of hours. The snacks are shit as well.
Snacks have always been shit unless you’re in the Greek/Turkish zone. Mmmmn tzatziki smothered on pita with black olives yaya
But I must say I find the thought of gangs on motherbikes rather alarming. I used to ride around on my dear old Dad but after he croaked I had to use Shanks’s Pony, but then Shanks got wise and I had to start walking on my own two virginal feet.
Well said, my friend. The art of not getting your teeth knocked in and still managing to be a dick is a special trait.
haha thanks mate. I prefer to think of myself as somewhere between a massive and a loveable twat
it's a tough job, but one I know you are up for. :-P
nah I've got god-given twattiness
LOL some of us are just blessed I suppose
I get where you're coming from, but sometimes you need to stand up to bullies. Some people don't understand anything else.
Don't back down. Even for me, a little old female, it works. Maybe it's the gift of surprise, but I've never stepped back. Just encourages the minks.
Let's be 'aving you!
I've had to stand my ground with people at my job before. I refuse to be a doormat for anyone. It's not about ego for me - it's about protecting myself. The managers laugh when stuff like that happens. At the end of the day, you’re the only one who’ll have your back.
oh yeah I agree man. I will stand up for myself, if needs be. There is a point where I, give myself a team team talk, and logically override my natural born pussiness
Diplomacy first.
Make an actual doormatt of them second?
If needed. I'm laid back by nature.
yeah me too, it's a better way to lay
Never be afraid to shove a broom up someone’s butt!
I'd be more afraid of being the broomed than the broomer
Light some candles too to set the mood. Perhaps let this song play in the background: https://youtu.be/tQj1kPmQXwE?si=zYYvh_fc6H62P9eE
What if they spit on it first? Or lathered it with scented lubricant?
well, that changes everything!
I do love a pussy man, me.
A fine choice! Shouts out to all my pussy kings out there
You only have to look at the guys who respond to every slight with aggression to know you don't want to be like that.
Those guys also are usually very bad at sarcasm.
If you can mock them without them realising that you're giving them cause to bash you - that's bonus points
Oh yeah!
and sometimes it's worth a wack! I just can't resist
You have to be careful though because if a lady you’re romantically interested in sees you NOT fight when the chance arises, it’s over between the two of you.
I think it depends, I'd be more inclined up for someone else. If someone badmouthed my lady I might well give them 6 of the best.
are pussies the men of today?
haha I believe they are
There's a paradox that if you've actually been so badly hammered by the opposing forces that you have all scars on your face, this makes you more imposing, not less. I've always taken advantage of that plus apparent Irishness to eke a stand-down out of anyone going down to the wire.
And apart from the trusted nutting, there's always the willy-grab, which even if it inflicts no damage, unnerves the adversary to such an extent that victory is assured. Interpersonal violence is such an intimate thing, don't you think?
hahaha I've got a similar set up. I had my nose sent slightly askew by a Spanish mugger, I didn't have the linguistic flair to understand I was being mugged by. I thought we were getting along great, until his accomplice popped out from behind a dumpster and kneed me in the schnozz. I've also got a mean slit in my eyebrow, from when I fell on a glass of booze I was holding.
Isn't it just? I AM fluent in the willly grab from my days as a rugger bugger. I took to wearing lycra to keeping my already-discrete plumbs into an even neater package, so I was safe from the willy grabbers of this world. Is it still violence if you experience orgasm. That's a concept I still wrestle with, much like my old rugger coach
If it's consenting when you grab or get grabbed then no it's not violence just a beautiful moment of sharing - and of course everything that happens on the rugger field is consenting.
I was very bad at rugby but still enjoyed it and played it to the utmost of my mediocrity. I had a tendency to forget all about the ball and the game and fixate on vengeance on whoever fucked with me last, a tunnel-vision vendetta that tended to accrue penalties and sendings-off.
But I am fluent in Spanish and so would never mistake a mugging for a pleasant chat, however I have only ever been mugged and/or stabbed on the streets of my native London. Oh, Big Smoke, city of overpriced snacks and unexpected assaults! How I don't miss you...
With enough mud and oversight from a sunday morning offical consent is most certainly implied! At least in my day, when rugger was ruggery, and buggering was buggery. I've had the rug pulled from underneath my feet and over my eyes on more than one occasion
haha I was really good. I was probably the best openside flanker in my county. If you get me drunk enough, it's a countdown before I bring it up. That was just before the ganja hit. I loved settling a good score too, although legally. My sport would be winding someone up until they punched me in the face, then smugly getting the ref's attention as they wacked me, and waving them off to the sinbin.
I would like to hire you as spanish assailant interpreter. London really is fucked up. They have gangs riding around on motherbikes pinching phones out of tourists hand. Then they hack into your bank and take out loans in a couple of hours. The snacks are shit as well.
Snacks have always been shit unless you’re in the Greek/Turkish zone. Mmmmn tzatziki smothered on pita with black olives yaya
But I must say I find the thought of gangs on motherbikes rather alarming. I used to ride around on my dear old Dad but after he croaked I had to use Shanks’s Pony, but then Shanks got wise and I had to start walking on my own two virginal feet.
The Feline Antidefamation League has had it with all this nonsense. Meh. The identity of the purveyor means little to us.
Maybe.