“A melty ice cream for a woman with the scent of the moon and a face that resembles melted cheese from mother earth’s rays.” Said a man as he handed me a cup of melted ice cream. “What the fuck does that even mean?! Be gone!” I exclaimed as I grabbed the ice cream. Then as he turned around I saw it. “Wait!” I said. He quickly turned and said, “Yes” with a tear in his eye. “Your hair cut is very unique is that a, are you a..” I said “Say it!” says he. In a panic I say, “Your skin is translucent… (could this be?) there are orange spots all over your body and if you’re in the sun for longer than 5 minutes you will turn red… (the realization is coming together) your hair is the color of a basket ball…” Then he says, “Come on just say it!” I say,”Your hair is business in the front party in the back… Is this for real, are you? But they’re so rare…You’re a (panicking with delight) uh… uh… mulleted ginger!”  He then comes over hugs me and says in a heaving tear, “Yes, from the moment I met you I knew you would realize what I am, I can finally be myself! We will go find a hut, make babies and eat people for survival if need be, we’re in this together now, I LOVE YOU!” I then push him away and say, “Ew get off of me mulleted gingers are freaks, gross!” I then pull out my pepper spray and spray him in the eyes, he runs off crying in the sunset, his gingery skin turning red as he runs from the suns harsh rays.

My sister has been an unfortunate victim of a couple unfavorable interactions.  The first time she was mugged at gunpoint after walking back from a night class with some friends.  Her last friend was dropped off and she had about two blocks to walk by herself before reaching her apartment.  After crossing the first intersection she resumed texting and was approached by someone who pulled a handgun on her when he got closer.  He grabbed her wrist with one hand and with the other he shoved the gun hard enough into her side to leave a bruise on her hip.  He took her backpack and her cell phone, running away after a car pulled up to a nearby stop sign.  She filed a police report, but nothing came of it in the sense of anything being recovered or anyone being caught.  She’s lucky in a lot of ways though: that he was skittish (and because of that, didn’t accidentally fire), that it was “just” a mugging; that she came out of it unharmed.

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For some reason I had a dream last night. I never dream. I dreamt about my pepper spray. I ended up spraying myself twice by accident and some random person. Thankfully I’ve never had to use it in real life. Does anyone know what being sprayed with it feels like?

Lost my green knife. :c bought pink pepper spray. c:

This is amazing.  No one says jack shit until he starts beating his attackers and then those who do are outraged because he is beating girls with a metal rod.

Here is how things work.  Never initiate violence because you instantly become responsible for what happens from that point forward.  You can’t judge how people are going to react when they feel threatened and by violating the non-aggression principal you invited the hell unleashed on you. When you attack someone you have consented to whatever happens to you after that point and accepted guilt for whatever you do no matter how justified.

Since these girls jumped the counter the staff would have been justified in filling them with lead.

The Aggressor Fallacy.