The Fight Ends Here, 2 (Skipping Ahead)
I saw him staring me right in the face. The crowd was cheering. I could hear them shouting for blood,
“Kill him, kill the boxing boy. Kill the boxing freak!”
I was tired and after that last hit to my skull all hope was dwindling. What was I doing? This is foolish and I admit it. I am just a freak. Just then my opponent spoke,
“Come on you freak. What, you all done now? After I am done with you, I am going for that little girl you been eyeing to death. Me and her are going to have a fun time.”
I retorted,
“You can talk dirt to me, but leave everyone else alone.”
I clenched my glove harder than I ever have before. Even my trainer, paper cup man, would be envious of my stance now. I gritted my teeth pushing all the ends of my lip together as tightly as I could. I wanted to hold back my speech. Talking was done; it was time to kill him. I lifted my fist, which by now was heavier than a thousand bricks. The pain felt great because it was for protection and peace to end this day of fright. I did not even sense it at first, but my fist took off like lighting in the sky straight from Zeus himself. My opponent, the dog, could not even sense the final blow creeping in as he continued to shout trash with spit slipping off his body inch-by-inch. I swiped him with full glory. All the pain, name-calling, and trash talking were centered into my fist. It took just one blow from me to him. This one hit hurt even me as a fiery pulsating burn was coming from my fist. I crashed into him instantaneously shattering his jawbone. I watched as the blood splattered from his face. He started to fall as his neck twisted to the side. He was already out cold. The audience quieted down as I stood there in full aroma to the stench of my victory. I looked to the only person who could get me out of this funk. She stood there not in shock, but in full arousal to my arrival. I walked straight over into her energy sucking eyes and said just one thing.
“This, this was for you.”
She leaned in towards me--shocked as she was—and we both knew it was time to end this fairy tale. Then came the kiss. Of course, as we our lips touched the sunset and the moon slowly and quite dramatically rose in a calming beauty. We gave way to our lustful passionate sins till the end of the night.
Next: The Girl, The Match, & The Water Boy, (Now Part 3)
May 23, 2009
Boxing Boy The Script: The Movie: The Story (2)
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May 11, 2009
The 5 Typical Types of Men and Women (That people try to ignore)
Till then please enjoy our take on typical Men and Women:
This is the typical man that seems to live his entire life within himself. The world, along with women, may pass him by because he knows exactly when and how he wants to meet his girl, the only problem is that it will probably never happen. He sees his life much like the unrealistic relationships in movies. Basically, he sees himself going up to the perfect girl and doing something spectacular to impress her, or he may believe that the girl of his dreams may come up to him and sweep him off his feet. Another problem is that he has already made up his mind over what this dream girl will look like. He may see a girl and meet her for ten minutes and imagine in his head exactly who she is and what she is all about, hopefully sex and video games. A serious flaw because more often then not, the reality is very much different from the fantasy. A common problem but easily solved if you just open yourself up to some new and unimaginable ideals, like dating a fat chick.
I found my God. It's Vanessa
Finally: The 5 Types of Women
Be afraid. So you wake up one morning and it is a particularly beautiful day. Except your girlfriend is a life sucking Vampire Vagina. Basically these women live to suck the life out of every man they come in contact with. Why do they do it? Because they are slowly becoming demons, but they are just not there yet. The upside is that they do provide the one thing men need to be happy, not love, sex. But at a price. They will provide this service for a small fee of your life as they drain it from you day-by-day. Is the juice worth the squeeze? Buy some garlic and find out.
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May 09, 2009
Boxing Boy The Script: The Movie: The Story (1)
Today the sun rises particularly bright for a young man with light brown skin, a head full of dark hair, and a particularly special pair of hands.
“Good morning,”
Boxing boy said as he slowly woke up for the day. Just like he was after a heavy dream he slowly dragged the morning out for as long as possible. Finally, he started to slowly rise out of bed by moving his left arm out from under the covers. He pulled out his huge red boxing glove of a hand to scratch is unshaven face and yawn some more.
“I hate mornings”
Boxing boy exclaimed in the emptiness of his brightly lit room. He continued this slow process a bit longer until finally preparing for the day, which seemed to be at the speed of light in comparison to his waking engagement. First, it was his teeth that he struggled to brush using his special hands to just barely cling to his toothbrush. Next, it was his breakfast which he promptly punched a few pieces of fruit (Apples no less) and packages around the kitchen. Finally, he checked his email, which for the better in him a brief prayer to God helped before attempting to somehow turn on a computer and type with his gloves; being 100 times bigger than a single key.
Now the afternoon had begun. The day was already closing in thanks to Boxing boy’s late start, but that would not stop him from starting the day. He was already outside on his front lawn doing some stretches in his black boxing boy shorts and matching t-shirt.
“Alright, I’m ready.”
Boxing boy said as he took off for his routine jog around the city using this time to take in the beauty of the people.
Next: The Girl, The Match, & The Water Boy, Part 2
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May 02, 2009
Three Uncommon Snacks
1 In a medium heavy bottomed saucepan, combine milk, rice and salt and bring to a boil over high heat. Reduce heat to low and simmer until the rice is tender, about 20 minutes. Stir frequently to prevent the rice from sticking to the bottom of the pan. 2 In a small mixing bowl, whisk together egg and brown sugar until well mixed. Add a half cup of the rice mixture - a tablespoon at a time - beating to incorporate. 3 Add egg mixture back into the saucepan of rice and milk and stir, on low heat, for 10 minutes or so, until thickened. Be careful not to have the mixture come to a boil at this point. Stir in the vanilla. Remove from heat and stir in the raisins and cinnamon. Serve warm or cold. Serves 2-3. (Source: Simply Recipes)INGREDIENTS
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