Don't mess with a girl who can carry a 50 pound bag of horse feed a hundred yards in heels. Don't mess with her at all. She can kick her horse's butt, your butt, and that bila mpangilio person over there. Just don't. You'll ever have kids again.
I'd say so... seeing as I can write fast and I just might have a Death Note... >_>'
Enemy: I'll kill you! Me: Right... can wewe spell out your full name so I know the name of the person who will supposedly defeat me? Enemy: Okay... *spells out name* Me: *jots it down* Thank you. Now I just need to stretch for about 40 seconds... *40 sekunde later* Enemy: *suddenly falls over* Me: Just as planned...
My dad taught me how to fight. Being a cops kid can make wewe a walking target so yeah I can defend myself. People say I can't cause I'm nice and when they push me around I don't do anything. Funny thing is that one ngumi, punch where I actually tried hurts. Imagine if I was pressured to hit someone. I can do some damage! I'm like a lion! MEOW!
wewe must be new here! Joke...yes. I will defend myself against anyone. And my family and close friends. If wewe mess with me, expect to cry to your mommy. I can rip wewe apart and hang wewe out to dry if I wanted. I always win fights. I am determined to have the last word and I will win. I am a nice person IF wewe are on my good side.