fuckin jocks
Current mood:
amused
I try not to be an angry man.. I try to keep my ears to myself, but when you have a jock mouthing off behind you in the next cube.. its not hard to hear..
I turned around, and said " you know in some instance you may have been right, but as a writer.. heh.. well let me show you what talents we do have."
I reached up around his throat, lifting him off his chair I face planted his bitch ass off the edge of the cube, tossing in a kidney shot that made him piss himself, then flipped his stunfucked body over the middle wall that seperates that row of cubes and landed a swift, heavy shot into his gut, just below his ribs, stealing his breath. I was escorted outta the building and told to take a break as the "stress" of tele-marketting has taking its toll .. I couldn't stop laughing.. I haven't hurt anyone like that in a long time, as those days are behind me.. but fuck .. it felt good.. that son of a bitch is twice my girth in muscle... and at least 6 inches taller than me.. fuck .. if ever I felt like a kid again.. it was today
