Really? And you posting my quote as your sig, makes you a tattle tale punk sissy. Were you the loud mouth bully on the playground, in elementary school, who ran into the wrong one, who kicked your ass, publicly, and made you cry? I can see it.
LOL, hardly. I was always the one taunting the bullies, slyly maneuvering them into situations where they would be beaten badly. I could tell many stories....
There was a kid in my neighborhood the same age but literally as large as a full grown man. For this story I'll call him "Al". Al wasn't too bright, couldn't play stick ball or street hockey worth a dime, and he was constantly picking on the younger kids. One day he decided he'd go after me. Al chased me around this car that was parked on the street, and I'd let him get close enough so he'd lunge, then dart away and he'd end up falling on his face. I repeated this several times and finally he gets the idea to launch himself over the car hood to get me. That didn't work either but it really pissed off the car's owner, who was a college kid painting a house in the neighborhood.
College kid gets off his ladder and grabs Al by the throat. Al was probably 15 but again, the same size as this college kid; actually a bit bigger. College is slowly chocking Al, and explains that he was bullied when he was a kid, and now it's payback time, then proceeds to give Al the beating of his life.
All us smaller kids were of course thrilled to see Al get his ass kicked. But then we saw a true "college" beating. This guy wasn't just kicking Al's ass, he was kicking his ribs, his balls, his neck and his face. We'd never seen anything like that before. It was both shocking and glorious.
Al went home crying and running, and he didn't show his scarred face for
months. He was never the same. Never saw him bully anyone after that though...