I had that with an ex-boyfriend of a girl I used to see. She said that he kept spying on her and riding past her house on his bike at all hours (yes I said bike, the bird was only 17 after all, I know kudos!) and one day him and his scally mates were hanging around and the bird was getting all upset so I went out and told them all to **** off (not knowing which one was her ex) and after a round of "who the **** are you" I said "I'm the one who is going to break your neck if you come round here again". A few weeks later he's gone past on his bike again so I've gone after him in my Beemer (I know, a BMfuckingW, kudos again!) but he'd shat himself and called his big brother. I caught up with him just as the big brother turned up and the little runt was greeting like a bairn. The brother warned me off so I said if his turd of a sibling ever sniffed around my bird again I'd bury him and if that meant I had to **** up the brother too that was par for the course, and if he didn't want to have to go to two funerals (his own and his brothers) he'd best keep the arsehole in check. What on earth I would have done if it ever came down to it I don't know as I am brave but not hard. I think adrenalin would have meant I'd have at least have snapped the ****bag in half and the brother would have had to have weapons to stand a chance. I am a pacifist now and wouldn't let myself get into that sort of situation again. She was 17 though, you can't blame me for defending a prize like that.
