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To defend myself, the girl WAS irish, and she lives on a farm and like, lifts heavy shit for a living. Ask any of my friends (and pavement, he's been smacked by this chick before), most would rather be punched by a man by her. She's hot too, which sucks the most.
We were talking Eric Clapton, and she says that she was almost named Layla after the song, and I said she would never live up to the song's glory. She went to punch me in the stomach, she hit me, knocked my wind out. She wound up for Stomach Assault part 2, and I bent over to protect myself and she didn't stop, just BAM!
My tooth went through the lip, there's a hole on both sides. I could blow air through it earlier, but it's closed up now. I lost so much blood, my dumbass friends gave me aspirin which thinned the blood. I was pretty messed up last night, without doing anything illegal. I kept spitting blood - not bloody spit, like, actual gobs of blood. Which was awesome in a Edward Norton badass sort of way. But not because I can't laugh or smile or talk-
I have to cut up everything I eat because the scab is so big I can't open my mouth, and I have to drink soda through a straw. I can still smoke though.
So how was your Spring Break?
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