Bullies have their uses
I hate bullies. They're evil, spineless scum who come for you in packs when you're vulnerable.

But they can have their uses.

My friend D was the wee brother of the pscyhotic top bully in our school. Genghis (not his real name) was terrifying. Built like a brick easance and with a look behind the eyes that would make Vlad the Impaler incontinent. He regarded violence as a amusing hobby. When he was 16 the entire fifth and sixth year tried to beat him up. They lost - and it was a big school. He used to fashion weapons at home and oil the doors so D couldn't hear him coming to get him.

One day D was getting grief off some sixth year toley for running. This choob had a large nose so D drew his attention to it, with frequent references to beaks, avians and birdseed. Eventually the sixth year went bright red with fury, grabbed D by the throat and lifted him up the wall. His fist drew back and then D said very calmly: "I'm Genghis's brother."

The sixth year silenty lowered D to the ground, turned on his heel and walked away. Quickly.

You see, only Genghis was allowed to beat the shit out of D.
( calgacus Non sum qualis eram bonae sub regno Cynarae, Thu 14 May 2009, 13:36, 2 replies)

Let me get this straight then
It's okay to have a sociopath in the making as a brother because then you can be the most vile unpleasant shit in the world and get away with it?

Hmmmm, yeah, great one that. Brilliant story too.
(Bazongaloid, Thu 14 May 2009, 13:43, closed)

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Sounds about right!
(Kip, Fri 15 May 2009, 14:10, closed)