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I remember when I was about 10 or so and was playing with my neighbors. One of them was riding on my bike and I asked them to get off so I could ride it. He would not get off and gave me this dirty look like "make me" Needless to say, I made him. Grabbed the bike and stopped him. Next thing I know, I hear their dad yell out the window, "hit him!!!!"
I just remember thinking WTF when he said that. Considering the kid wasn't exactly smartest kid around I wasn't about to fight him so I had to deal with a couple pops to the head and stomach. Got on my bike to ride off and his ****ing big brother runs me down to beat on me. WTF?
I just wanted to ride my bike and the kid wouldn't get off. I didn't hit him, I just stopped him and made him get off. Never even tried to hurt him. Somehow that justified their dad telling him to hit me and the big brother getting pissed and trying to beat on me because I wouldn't fight his brother? Needless to say I never bothered playing with those neighbors again.
Made me feel better when my dad told me I did the right thing not fighting him. Now the big brother on the other hand. Sure would like another shot at him.
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My dear girl, there are some things that just aren’t done. Such as, drinking Dom Perignon ’53 above the temperature of 38 degrees Fahrenheit. That’s just as bad as listening to the Beatles without earmuffs.
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