Some of you may have noticed that the Bitchery Triad hasn’t seen action for a while. Well, don’t cry, because we’re back! Possibly forever, maybe just for now, who the hell knows anymore.
Anyway, while we’re here, we’re doing another blog link up, in which each of us will write our own three reasons why we’d win a fight. I think it’s important to note that we do not mean “a fight with each other,” because there's no way in ten hells we would ever fight.
|We're tight, yo.|
I also think it’s important to note that the fight in question is hypothetical. No one is actually fighting anyone, as far as I know, although when we say “fight,” we totally mean “with an actual person,” and not “against the forces of evil,” or whatever. (Although I’d totally win that fight, too).
Without further ado, here are the three reasons I’d win in a fight. (After you’ve read them, you can go ahead and read Christina’s reasons and Cari’s reasons).
1) I Bite
Totally. If you ever get in a fight with me, keep your shit away from my mouth cause I will bite the hell out of it. I'm not afraid of your diseases. My white cells carry rocket launchers.
|I haven't had my teeth sharpened, but don't tempt me.|
2) I'm From West Virginia
We rough it 19th century-style out here, growin' our own veg, killin' our own meat, wrestlin' bears, and knife-fightin' cougars for fun. I am not making this up.
|She is totally making this up. ~ Art G.|
Seriously, though, I could break you in half, city slicker. But I'd be neighborly about it, cause we're old-fashioned like that.
3) I Will Climb You Like a Fuckin' Tree
No matter how big you are, you're not big enough. I'm a rabid fuckin' squirrel-ninja. Do not piss me off.
|I know 17 ways to kill you with this lollipop.|