Mixed Nuts

I have had arguments and fist fights with other men. In arguments, I wield logic. In physical altercations, I use my fists and legs. To anyone who may try and fight me, I will tell you right now, I won't try and punch you in the face. I'll kick your knees and try and take your legs out. No legs, no punching power. You are more likely to have shatter knee caps than a black eye if you choose to fight with me.

Everyone has their own style. A gay friend of mine in law school once revealed his unique, possibly effective way of fighting: he said he'd bite his opponents eyes out. I am not sure that is physically possible, but it sent a chill down my spine and made me think twice of scrapping with him. And, as anyone who has actually been in a fight knows, it is 80% mental.

I have never thought about grabbing a man's testicles and detaching them from his body. Castration is what you do to child molesters and eunuchs. Not to someone you disagree with. As a man, you know that it is wildly irresponsible to dream about detaching man's testicles from their body. Jesse Jackson's dreams of ripping Obama's balls off is the stuff of deranged, violent fantasy. Or Japanese porn. One of the two.