Rudy's?

 

Dude . . . you've tried for years now to live that down and hoped that others would forget about it, drop it, move on . . . .

And yet, you bring it up here.

(That, and your sig ain't helping much either).

 

Well, if I would have said something else, I would have been lying. That's all I've got Kobi. I'm not a violent person.

 

Don't after stating you're not violent. There's nothing wrong with that. In fact just the opposite.

Smile.

It's Christmas time. Be of good cheer!

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(P.S. Don't steal sigs. That's not nice.)

 

I'm not violent either as you can tell by my story. I rather like being mellower (or is it more mellow) than most.

 

Although you might see "mellower" used someplace (and I suggest you avoid those places) "more mellow" is the better choice.
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Although here it's an either/or situation most of the time.

 

A few years ago, my ex wife had our kids over to her boyfriend's house, and they decided to play monopoly. Dude decided to get pissed off because he thought that my daughter (who was 5 years old) cheated at the game. He proceeded to flip a large coffee table over onto my daughter's lap, causing a very large, nasty bruise on her thigh.

I lost it.

I immediately drove to his house, broke his front door in, and kicked his A$$ right there in his living room. I'm prolly supposed to say I shouldn't have done that, but those words escape me...

 

Ripping his head off with your bare hands would have sufficed as an option as well. That was totally uncalled for by that sleazebag boyfriend. I imagine I would lose it if anyone were to mess with any of my kids too, but it would be justified.

 

Nope. I don't think so.

 

Ok, maybe not.

 

Justified might be a little strong....
Understandable, definatly.

Would I do it?
In a heart beat.

 

I lose it all the time...

Sometimes I just walk down the street punching as many little girls as possible...

Until the day that all their punches combined and fought back.

 

When I was 19, one of my sisters had a stalker. She was 15 and this guy followed her everywhere.
Naturally, this upset her and I ran him off from outside the house a few times.
One time, I came home and my sis was there crying becaause this guy had followed her again and this time, he had tried to grab her.
I knew where he lived so went straight there, kicked his door in and proceeded to beat the cr*p out of him. Fortunately, my younger brother showed up about a minute into his education and pulled me off him.
My mother had sent him after me because apparently, I said, "I'm going to kill him" and she though I would. In fact, if he hadn't shown, I probably would have beat that guy to death. Really.
Well he never came back but unfortunately started with another girl who he eventually murdered and is now in prison.
I still feel guilty to this day for not turning him into the police and taking matters into my own hands. Maybe that other girl would still be alive if I had done.

 

Ohh wow, thats rough....
Just remember, hindsight is always 20/20, afterwards there is always "If I'd known then I woulda coulda shoulda......."