MeezDiscreet-----you need to tell these folks!!! Mama don't play!!!
So anyway, back to my story....**flashback music**
Tanya and I are giving each other the "stank eye" and in the distance I hear my mama yell (dag...mama
) "Beat that hussy's ass!!" And it was like a fire lit up in me......you know how they always say you keep picking with the quiet kids and one day they snap? I SNAPPED!!! Next thing I know I dive in and get to WINDMILLING!!!
I windmilled like I never windmilled before! LOL I proceeded to whoop this heifer's butt....I beat her like she owed me money.
The only thing that eventually ended the beating was that I was dizzy and out of breath from windmilling so hard.
I came out of that fight dirty (we were fighting at the park) with some of Tanya's shirt in one hand and bits of her hair in the other. And from that point on she never said a mumbling word to me.
I hung up my windmilling boxing gloves and went into retirement.