READY FOR THE HOLIDAY...DURING A SPIRITED DRILL, MY LOCO
STUDENT KNEED MY FIST--THESE FOOKERS ARE NOT ALL THERE
FOR STABILITY. THEN, BECAUSE OF THE DRILL-JUMP RULE, LIBERTIES
WERE TAKEN AND TWO OF MY DEGENERATES ATTEMPTED TO JUMP
AND EMOBILIZE ME. NOW I'M FIGHTING WITH A NEWLY BROKEN
FINGER AND I HAD TO ACTUALLY STEP IT UP. IF THAT WASN'T AS
CLOSE TO REAL PRESSURE, THEN I DON'T KNOW WHAT IS.
WALKING THAT LINE BETWEEN SQUASHING ALL DOUBTS AND DISHING
OUT A METAPHORICAL SPANKING, THOSE GUYS WERE EATING WOODCHIPS
AND BOTH UNDER ME IN ONE VERY EXPLOSIVE BURST--ALL THAT WAS MISSING
WAS MY HAMMER[FIST] THAT WOULD HAVE COME FROM MY REMAINING GOOD HAND
ON THE STRONGER OF THE TWO'S HEAD. EVERYONE GOT A TASTE OF REAL
THIS MORNING. UNREAL. FUNNY TO THINK ON IT, FUNNIER WHEN MY FINGER
HEALS...I JUST SET IT. FOOK ME, IF YOU'D HAVE TOLD ME THIS WAS GOING
TO BE MY FRIDAY, I'D HAVE STAYED HOME
NO ONE BUT ME KNOWS ABOUT
M'FINGER.
GOING TO ST. JOHN'S USVI IN A WEEK...SETTING M'SIGHTS ON THAT