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)