The hard part about one being tough yet meek is the illusion of being a punching bag.

He’s got the world’s softest knuckles. They’re like rubber the way they bounce off my steel balls.

You don’t need brass knuckles to discover if a man has a glass jaw. All you need to do is stick his face in a dishwasher, and then check for water spots.

Language is the proper way to communicate, followed closely by five balled up fingers forming a fist and flying at a face. Violence is never the answer—unless the question is: What the fuck are you...

Bloody bastards. One minute punching each other, next minute reading poetry. What’s wrong with everyone this week?”Tom can tell that

Never let it be said that I could not talk my way out of any trouble that I could not punch.

This is crap,” Shaun said, withdrawing his arm.”Right,” I agreed. “Absolutely fucking crap.””No argument.””I want to punch somebody right about now.””Not it,” Rick said.”I punch back,” Steve said.

Shaq got into a scrap with one of my teammates, … and I got tired of everybody separating them, so I went over and said, ‘Why don’t you guys stop [messing around] and just fight?’...