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Thursday, July 26, 2007
You: Why kung fu?
Me: Why use words when I can let my fists do the talking?
You: What, is this some sort of relic from your backwoods, North Carolina, redneck upbringing?
Me: Quit with your dixie-bashing, or I'll have to kick your ass.
You: (blank stare)
Me: I'm just yankin' yer chain. Me? Big fan of words. I'll give you a dozen reasons why your prejudice against the South is uncalled for before I have to kick your ass.
You: Like you could kick my ass.
Me: (blank stare)
You: So...um...why kung fu, then?
Me: The short answer is I traded in smoking for exercise on my birthday this year. The kung fu studio is right around the corner from my place in SF.
You: There's a long answer?
Me: Yeah.
You: (blank stare)
Me: I guess I just like waking up sore and bruised in the morning.
You: You and me both.
Me: And now I have something to talk to my massage therapist about. He's studied kung fu for, like, 20 years.
You: You have a masseur?
Me: Oh yeah.
You: Nice. No more awkward naked silences, then?
Me: I wouldn't go that far.
You: Still not a very long story.
Me: Well, I guess there's one other reason I might like kung fu.
You: And that would be...
Me: Buffy.
You: That really should have gone without saying.Labels: buffy, kung fu
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