Simple act of defiance from an unexpected source. My delicate flower, wife, salutes TROLLMP.
POW! before I can see it, normally that’s how it goes.I usually get my wife’s vicious right hook when I decide to pull of one of my antics—There was the time I saw some Christian Fundamentalist doing their XTIAN rock on the street, trying to recruit yoothes and I used my fingers as horns and did a DIABLO dance–POW!
Then there was the time I got in a shouting match with the LAROUCHEPAC dirt balls–POW!
So, as I said hold on I need to take a picture of the Donald’s building I was expecting the right hook, sometimes my friends you gotta weight the risks, but she said, after you take a picture of this. So up goes the middle finger salute—I’ve never been so proud.
Afterwards I told her hey maybe I should have give you a big POW! with steely eyes she looks at me and says, “by all means take the risk.”