I only started hitting back when I was in 4th grade. Before that, I was too small and would get tossed around like a rag doll. My survival mechanism during those early years was to try and befriend the bully and leverage that tenuous friendship to my advantage. Shit, I was such a little jew.
Epilogue: I developed a complex about bullies and started picking fights with people I thought were assholes juat because. I had learned to take a punch but guess what? Most bullies never did.
Oh mate you've never heard anything as jewish as what I used to do. I got the bullies to pick a fight with me outside where teachers where and when they came out I used to pretend to lose to get sympathy. Worked surprisingly well at getting the little shits a bollucing.
Heh, yea, that's pretty jewish.
Honestly I used to be a piece of shit. Still am now but I used to be as well.
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