On Friday (just Friday, not phoriday), I met up with agentdanak, strand, and two other delightful fellows to see The X Files: I Want to Believe. At some point during the dinner beforehand, there was some lively discussion that could possibly paint a negative picture of me.
Just so these don’t turn into vicious rumors that come back to haunt me on the campaign trail: Yes, when I was in junior high, my mom sent me to a Lutheran bible camp. Yes, while I was there, I got into a slap-fight with another girl. Yes, she did indeed turn the other cheek, displaying her Christian nature.
But only because I slapped the first cheek so hard.
And then I slapped the other one.
…Vote Mellzah! Slapmatch Victor 1995!
I vote SlapMaster5000. Go Mellzah.
Anyone who says I don’t know how to protect this country can step right on up to the plate.
And get slapped.
I’m … I’m all tingly in my ladyplace now.
I do what I can!
And slap what I can.
Ali beat the shit out of a Bible Camp director as a small child, as you may recall.
Y’all may need to get a club going!
That was one of my FAVORITE STORIES EVER. I had saved it in my memories. I’m so sad that since she deleted her journal, I can’t read it anymore. 🙁
So wait, did she slap you first?
Or did you just slap the shit out of both of her cheeks and then call it a fight?
She slapped me first.
I’ve been waiting all my life to get into a chick fight. The boyfriend keeps pestering me to do so. He thinks I could womp some poor girl just because I’m an Amazon ;x
I feel like I could do much better in a chick fight these days. Less slapping and more ass-whooping.
When I was about nine, I punched Heather Austin in the chin for breaking one of my crayons.
At least yours was a religious war.
Yours was a battle of…artistic expression!
Also, I prefer Slap Jihad, thank you.