Hit 'Em in the Thorax?

I was reading Maxim the other day and read a story about a website that features bugs fighting to the death. I know some animal rights activists will be outraged — and maybe I'm wrong for saying it — but it's hilarious. There's even a Japanese announcer in the background calling the action. I'll bet a dollar to a dime somebody has money on this stuff. Maybe Vick can get into this while on house arrest. It's probably not as exciting as a dog fight, but even the most faithful PETA members have used a fly swatter. They won't have a leg to stand on. Mike will be free to open a bug training ring in his house — call it Bad Newz Bugz. Let he who is without bug spray cast the first stone.

fighting on the schoolbus

I thought this was a cool picture. I've always wanted to take a picture of wha't in my rearview mirror. It turns out that it was a schoolbus. That reminds me of the first fight I got into. i was on kind of a bully in middle school. I was on the bus flicking the ear of the guy in front of me. Eventually he got tired of it and ripped my shirt. This wasn't just a shirt. It was my nice shirt. I only had one, and it was Polo. We got off at the same stop and he saw the look on my face and took off running. I ran him down and gave him a pretty good whoopin' and sent him on his way. He walked down the street and told his sister what I did. His sister was one of those Goth girls. It was a little before the term Goth got big though. I didn't know what to think about her. I just knew that she had the potential to be a serial killer. She had black hair that contrasted her pasty complexion and a tattoo of a scarab on her ankle. I think she had just about every square inch of her ears pierced. The only thing she ever wore was black band t-shirts and she was also about four or five years older than me. Needless to say I was afriad of her. She said words to me that I may never forget. "If you ever touch my brother again I will cut you up with a chainsaw while you sleep." I never touched the kid again.