B1 heads...6bbl

Ya know, my younger brother, as a kid was such a prick. He used to tease, taunt and test me all the time. I was only 3 years older but when I was eight, and he was five, that's like huge. Anyway I was charged with taking care of my younger siblings ( I am eldest of 5), and Dad made it clear I couldn't touch him on account of I was nearly twice as big. That's what Dad said, but really the little prick was Dad's favorite.
And so, being eight, and in charge and the little puke don't listen, what's a guy to do? Yeah my temper occasionally got the best of me, and I, not he, always got the licking. This went on over and over and over.
Kindof like the French.
We pounded them and they smack talk. Every where they go, they get pounded, and bounce up smack-talking.There's two kinds of Frenchmen; tall skinny smack-talkers and short pudgy smack talkers.There may be other kinds IDK, but that's just the only two kinds I have met. But I got past that; they hit like girls.
Speaking of which; those short, pretty lil French Catholic hi-school girls were an interesting sort. But I was too smart for them.I met their mothers; and that was the end of my infatuation with short girls period.
But I got nothing against the French. I just don't want to be around them. Maybe it's the Catholic in them, I can't say.I mean I don't know. I never met a Frenchie who wasn't a Catholic. I just thought of that this very minute. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm