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Bones, Butt, and Definitely: If you 'Share' this image, it may save dignity of atleast one girl in this world. Kindly share this) 41 4 1 2 STEP1 STEP 2 STEP 3 STEP 4 STEP5 STEP 6 STEP 8 STEP 9 This could save someone's life, please Share it. full-proof-goof: pizzoner: mayra-quijotesca: trustisforfools: mrspiritual: musicalpandas: gainingconfidencexo: havocados: emorenita: why aren’t these being reblogged more often?i rather see these than “keys in hand” Fatality Umm so since I’m stupid could someone kindly explain each step for me like step 3 am i head butting him in the face or the chest?  I think it depends on the height of the person, but I suppose the head is a more effective target. I hope this helps :) Step 1: Step back the moment he reaches for you. Step 2: Duck! Step 3: Head butt him in the chin. It’s very important that it is the chin and not the chest because it is much more uncomfortable and disorienting to have your teeth bang together especially if it cuts his tongue (which it will if it is in the way). More than likely height won’t matter. He will be leaning forward from the missed attempt at grabbing you. Step 4: Knee him in the balls. Step 5: When he doubles over, jab him on his back. I believe at the base of the neck just above the shoulder blades would be best. I’m not an expert, but this seems like the best place, imo. Step 6: Don’t lose contact. Bring your other hand over and slam your hands against the sides of his heads as hard as possible. Right on the ears is the best place; it is extremely disorienting if done correctly. Then take his head and bring it down on your knee as you bring your knee up. It’s very important that you avoid the nose because if you knee his nose it will definitely break and more than likely the bones will stab his brain killing him, so aim for his mouth instead. Step 7: Keep your knee up and bring your foot out to kick him over. Personally, I don’t like the image because it looks like she kicked him with her toes. You do not want to do that. Instead kick him with the ball or heel of your foot and put power behind it with a push. Step 8: He is on the ground. You could probably stop here and he would get the picture, but if you really want to…Your leg is still in the air from the kick. With all your force slam the edge of your your heel on his side. It will be more effective if you lower your body first by bending at the knee of the leg your weight is on. Done right, you can break a rib or two. reblogging again for that^ Reblogging for the steps in the image and the explanation in the comments. I don’t so much like the explanation on the image proper, but I appreciate the thought behind it (here, have a self-defense thing, it could save you) and so I’m passing it on. yes nice

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Ass, Butt, and Candy: Sasha Y Casashaxmassacre 4d Y'all make me cringe 13 1994 Subaru Outback a Sadieisonfire 4d v Welcome 2 the web can I get u a water Sasha AY @sashaxmassacre.4d u got any tap water 1994 Subaru Outback asadieisonfire 4d v Sashaxmassacre Sasha HY (asashaxmassacre 4d that shit's orange 1994 Subaru Outback asadieisonfire 4d v we outsource our water from Flint Michigan 20 Sasha AY @sashaxmassacre.4d u snort peanut butter and jelly 1994 Subaru Outback asadieisonfire 4d v u eat gold bond creme Sasha Ay @sashaxmassacre.4d u head butt rams 1994 Subaru Outback asadieisonfire 4d v u can't even kickflip Sasha AY @sashaxmassacre.4d yo goofy ass probably jump in puddles with ya socks on 1994 Subaru Outback asadieisonfire 4d v O u the type to bring a ripstik to a skatepark 15 Sasha AY @sashaxmassacre .4 u the type to take pics with ya uncle's alcohol so u look cool when really u ain't even drinking it 1994 Subaru Outback Sadieisonfire 4d v u the type to buy generic brand cereal and say "it's basically the same thing" Sasha RY @sashaxmassacre.4d u eat raw potatoes for breakfast 1994 Subaru Outback asadieisonfire 4d v u microwave eggo waffles Sasha RY @sashaxmassacre.4d u smell like a empty bag of grapes 1994 Subaru Outback asadieisonfire 4d v u eat Kit-Kats like a normal candy bar and don't break it apart 21 Kit Kat O Kitkat @KitKat US Replying to @Sadieisonfire and @sash axmassacre SAVAGE 4/10/17, 11:43 AM 14 RETWEETS 92 LIKES Sasha sashaxmassacre 3h Replying to @KitKat US and @Sadieisonfire WHAT 1994 Subaru Outback a Sadieisonfire 7h v Replying to @KitKat US and @sashaxmassacre looks like I won me🍫irl
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Ass, Butt, and Candy: Sasha Y Casashaxmassacre 4d Y'all make me cringe 13 1994 Subaru Outback a Sadieisonfire 4d v Welcome 2 the web can I get u a water Sasha AY @sashaxmassacre.4d u got any tap water 1994 Subaru Outback asadieisonfire 4d v Sashaxmassacre Sasha HY (asashaxmassacre 4d that shit's orange 1994 Subaru Outback asadieisonfire 4d v we outsource our water from Flint Michigan 20 Sasha AY @sashaxmassacre.4d u snort peanut butter and jelly 1994 Subaru Outback asadieisonfire 4d v u eat gold bond creme Sasha Ay @sashaxmassacre.4d u head butt rams 1994 Subaru Outback asadieisonfire 4d v u can't even kickflip Sasha AY @sashaxmassacre.4d yo goofy ass probably jump in puddles with ya socks on 1994 Subaru Outback asadieisonfire 4d v O u the type to bring a ripstik to a skatepark 15 Sasha AY @sashaxmassacre .4 u the type to take pics with ya uncle's alcohol so u look cool when really u ain't even drinking it 1994 Subaru Outback Sadieisonfire 4d v u the type to buy generic brand cereal and say "it's basically the same thing" Sasha RY @sashaxmassacre.4d u eat raw potatoes for breakfast 1994 Subaru Outback asadieisonfire 4d v u microwave eggo waffles Sasha RY @sashaxmassacre.4d u smell like a empty bag of grapes 1994 Subaru Outback asadieisonfire 4d v u eat Kit-Kats like a normal candy bar and don't break it apart 21 Kit Kat O Kitkat @KitKat US Replying to @Sadieisonfire and @sash axmassacre SAVAGE 4/10/17, 11:43 AM 14 RETWEETS 92 LIKES Sasha sashaxmassacre 3h Replying to @KitKat US and @Sadieisonfire WHAT 1994 Subaru Outback a Sadieisonfire 7h v Replying to @KitKat US and @sashaxmassacre looks like I won How to win an argument.
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America, Black Lives Matter, and Butt: Molly Suzanna on Thursday When I was 19, I was driving home erratically, crying. I did a rolling stop through a red light. I was a mile away from my house. I got pulled over. There are wonderful police officers in the world. This wasn't one of them. He was of the psychotic variety, of which there are also quite a few. Demanded I sign the ticket. He was being scary. I didn't know, nor was I advised, that you can go to jail for not signing a ticket. Usually an officer just lets you go because you have to appear in court regardless of whether you sign it. When I said I didn't want to sign it (not understanding any of the aforementioned stuf), he demanded I get out of the car. My father died three days later; it's what l'd been crying about. I was 150 pounds soaking wet (at 6'2", that's pretty slight), halfway through a BA at a private school with a 4.0, and terrified to be on the side of the road in the dark with a very angry man whom I didn't know. Instead of getting out of the car, I locked the door. I was afraid. I didn't know better. He kept screaming at me to, "Stop f"ing crying! It would have been so easy to deescalate the entire situation He drug me out of the open car window and onto the ground. He kicked me in the ribs. He fractured my wrist cuffing me and picking me up by the link between the cuffs. He held his boot to the back of my head with my face on loose gravel, leaving what would later become scars. He bounced my head off the side of the car when he was putting me in, all while laughing. He called for backup and none of the other officers would touch me. One even said, on camera, "This is wrong, man. She ran a red light." I, understandably, was hysterical. Crying. Screaming. Huge bruises starting to form on my face and body. Clothing torn. High heel even broke off Do you know what I was arrested for and charged with that day? Resisting arrest. Can you imagine? Resisting arrest. Fast forward to the jail. I'd never been in trouble. Had no idea what to expect.I couldn't stop crying. I couldn't breathe. I told them he'd broken my wrist but they wouldn't believe me. They strapped me in a chair when I wouldn't calm down. Strap on your forehead. Strap on your chest. Strap on each arm and each leg. Like a beast. I remember begging for someone to scratch my nose, hysterically sobbing.I remember being in that chair for hours, topless, because l'd gotten "unruly" during the strip, cough, and squat procedure and refused to do it. So they ripped my shirt off and as I fought them, they put me in the chair. I tried to fight back against a female guard when she tried to rip my pants off. I didn't understand why I was there. I didn't understand what was happening. I didn't think I should have been arrested. I was livid. And loud Then they parked me. For five hours. In that chair. Strapped down. In front of a men's holding cell. I was literally losing my mind. It was a black man who, for five hours, while incarcerated himself, talked calmly and softly to me. Sang to me. Said every kind thing you could imagine. I finally stopped screaming and trying to head butt or kick anyone who passed. He said, "Stop, or they'll kill you. Just stop baby girl. It's ok. You'll be ok if you stop." He was an angel. Straight from God I didn't get to use the phone for a full 12 hours. No one on the planet knew where l was I was so crazy after being in that chair by the time they placed me in a holding cell that I began to bang my head off the cinderblock wall. They had to let me sit in the hall, on the ground, because l almost broke my own nose. I was muttering incoherently and rocking They mailed me a charge six months later saying they'd found a joint under the back seat of the bolted in police car and that it belonged to me. How do you hide a joint from an officer while cuffed with a broken wrist and get it underneath the bolted in backseat of a cop car? You don't. They offered me every plea in the book on the two charges, all the way down to a misdemeanor. I would not enter a plea. I went to trial on a felony. Because I knew my innocence. Because we had the money for a good attorney. Because the justice system wasn't already systemically stacked against me and my color and gender were in my favor, as my lawyer pointed out. During the trial they "lost" my videos. My attorney threatened the city with a lawsuit. The tapes magically appeared. My jury came back in four minutes with a not guilty verdict. They were crying after seeing the videos of my arrest and the videos from inside the jail, of me in that chair. My jurors all hugged me. They told me I should sue. My dad had just died. I was a college student. I was tired. The prosecutor dropped the resisting charge when I beat the possession rap; meaning I legally and literally should never have been arrested in the first place. How do you get arrested for resisting arrest? During my trial, my attorney asked him if he kicked me in the ribs repeatedly while I was already cuffed. He laughed and said, "Yes." My attorney asked, "Do you think this is funny?" He said, " do." A week later police in the same town shot an unarmed and senile very elderly black man in the face because he wouldn't come with them. There were no videos. There was no social media. You haven't heard about him. But he's dead. You won't hear his story. This arrest is still on my record. It doesn't prevent me from anything but I do have to explain felony charges when I get pulled over or apply for a job. I have never publicly told this story. tell it to you, today. And here's why: If I were a black man, I would be dead. Plain and simple. Pretty white girls don't get shot during wrongful arrests. Not any that I know of, and certainly not me. You can't deny white privilege and what it affords you. To deny it is to acknowledgeit exists, that you are privy to it. You don't see it because it exists for you. Something is very wrong in this country. There is a sickness. Black men (and sometimes women) are dying. They are being gunned down. For no discernible reason, and at an alarming rate, by white officers. blue-author: turakamu: lennybaby2: lanie-love09: micdotcom: This white woman’s shocking account of police brutality reveals the importance of the #BlackLivesMatter movement Molly Suzanna shared a story on Facebook that she had never told before: when she was 19, she ran a red light while crying, then was pulled over and forcefully removed and beaten by a police officer. She explains in the letter that she believes her situation would have been even worse had she been black — and she ends the letter with an important call to action. The public needs to hear more stories like this as well. Wow. This is horrifying. Cops are drunk on power. Add any ism to that, you have a bunch of abusive, gun wielding, trained to kill, non empathetic, killers running around. This woman got hauled out of a window, beaten, stripped, tortured, and humiliated, and she still is able to understand how white privilege saved her life.
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America, Black Lives Matter, and Butt: Molly Suzanna on Thursday When I was 19, I was driving home erratically, crying. I did a rolling stop through a red light. I was a mile away from my house. I got pulled over. There are wonderful police officers in the world. This wasn't one of them. He was of the psychotic variety, of which there are also quite a few. Demanded I sign the ticket. He was being scary. I didn't know, nor was I advised, that you can go to jail for not signing a ticket. Usually an officer just lets you go because you have to appear in court regardless of whether you sign it. When I said I didn't want to sign it (not understanding any of the aforementioned stuf), he demanded I get out of the car. My father died three days later; it's what l'd been crying about. I was 150 pounds soaking wet (at 6'2", that's pretty slight), halfway through a BA at a private school with a 4.0, and terrified to be on the side of the road in the dark with a very angry man whom I didn't know. Instead of getting out of the car, I locked the door. I was afraid. I didn't know better. He kept screaming at me to, "Stop f"ing crying! It would have been so easy to deescalate the entire situation He drug me out of the open car window and onto the ground. He kicked me in the ribs. He fractured my wrist cuffing me and picking me up by the link between the cuffs. He held his boot to the back of my head with my face on loose gravel, leaving what would later become scars. He bounced my head off the side of the car when he was putting me in, all while laughing. He called for backup and none of the other officers would touch me. One even said, on camera, "This is wrong, man. She ran a red light." I, understandably, was hysterical. Crying. Screaming. Huge bruises starting to form on my face and body. Clothing torn. High heel even broke off Do you know what I was arrested for and charged with that day? Resisting arrest. Can you imagine? Resisting arrest. Fast forward to the jail. I'd never been in trouble. Had no idea what to expect.I couldn't stop crying. I couldn't breathe. I told them he'd broken my wrist but they wouldn't believe me. They strapped me in a chair when I wouldn't calm down. Strap on your forehead. Strap on your chest. Strap on each arm and each leg. Like a beast. I remember begging for someone to scratch my nose, hysterically sobbing.I remember being in that chair for hours, topless, because l'd gotten "unruly" during the strip, cough, and squat procedure and refused to do it. So they ripped my shirt off and as I fought them, they put me in the chair. I tried to fight back against a female guard when she tried to rip my pants off. I didn't understand why I was there. I didn't understand what was happening. I didn't think I should have been arrested. I was livid. And loud Then they parked me. For five hours. In that chair. Strapped down. In front of a men's holding cell. I was literally losing my mind. It was a black man who, for five hours, while incarcerated himself, talked calmly and softly to me. Sang to me. Said every kind thing you could imagine. I finally stopped screaming and trying to head butt or kick anyone who passed. He said, "Stop, or they'll kill you. Just stop baby girl. It's ok. You'll be ok if you stop." He was an angel. Straight from God I didn't get to use the phone for a full 12 hours. No one on the planet knew where l was I was so crazy after being in that chair by the time they placed me in a holding cell that I began to bang my head off the cinderblock wall. They had to let me sit in the hall, on the ground, because l almost broke my own nose. I was muttering incoherently and rocking They mailed me a charge six months later saying they'd found a joint under the back seat of the bolted in police car and that it belonged to me. How do you hide a joint from an officer while cuffed with a broken wrist and get it underneath the bolted in backseat of a cop car? You don't. They offered me every plea in the book on the two charges, all the way down to a misdemeanor. I would not enter a plea. I went to trial on a felony. Because I knew my innocence. Because we had the money for a good attorney. Because the justice system wasn't already systemically stacked against me and my color and gender were in my favor, as my lawyer pointed out. During the trial they "lost" my videos. My attorney threatened the city with a lawsuit. The tapes magically appeared. My jury came back in four minutes with a not guilty verdict. They were crying after seeing the videos of my arrest and the videos from inside the jail, of me in that chair. My jurors all hugged me. They told me I should sue. My dad had just died. I was a college student. I was tired. The prosecutor dropped the resisting charge when I beat the possession rap; meaning I legally and literally should never have been arrested in the first place. How do you get arrested for resisting arrest? During my trial, my attorney asked him if he kicked me in the ribs repeatedly while I was already cuffed. He laughed and said, "Yes." My attorney asked, "Do you think this is funny?" He said, " do." A week later police in the same town shot an unarmed and senile very elderly black man in the face because he wouldn't come with them. There were no videos. There was no social media. You haven't heard about him. But he's dead. You won't hear his story. This arrest is still on my record. It doesn't prevent me from anything but I do have to explain felony charges when I get pulled over or apply for a job. I have never publicly told this story. tell it to you, today. And here's why: If I were a black man, I would be dead. Plain and simple. Pretty white girls don't get shot during wrongful arrests. Not any that I know of, and certainly not me. You can't deny white privilege and what it affords you. To deny it is to acknowledgeit exists, that you are privy to it. You don't see it because it exists for you. Something is very wrong in this country. There is a sickness. Black men (and sometimes women) are dying. They are being gunned down. For no discernible reason, and at an alarming rate, by white officers. micdotcom: This white woman’s shocking account of police brutality reveals the importance of the #BlackLivesMatter movementMolly Suzanna shared a story on Facebook that she had never told before: when she was 19, she ran a red light while crying, then was pulled over and forcefully removed and beaten by a police officer. She explains in the letter that she believes her situation would have been even worse had she been black — and she ends the letter with an important call to action.
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Ass, Beautiful, and Blessed: smile-cause-life-is-beautiful: fweeble: gryphynshadow: littlemissbatterwitch: clothoboorocracy: stormybabe: I have to say this is completely legit - someone tried to steal her handbag and she simply went “Fuck this- *suplex*” My hero someone teach me this pweeze-ooc Ok Ladies, here’s the info on this move. We are blessed with a low center of gravity. This means that when we get ahold of someone and tip over backward like that, it’s easy peasy for us to do. Especially on a guy. Think of it like a fulcum and lever: they’re the lever, we’re the fulcrum, and because their center of gravity is up in their chest, instead of in their pelvis, when we get down low and lean back, whupsy there they tip right over. Now, here’s the real deal on that particular move. Check out how this gif end, with the guy’s head on the floor like that? How his torso seems straight up and down, his head and neck on the floor, all his body weight and the momentum of having been tossed over her shoulder? Yeah, he’s pretty messed up from that. In the really real world, if you do that move correctly, toss your whole body into it, seriously oomph it up and give that mugger a throw, you can snap his neck. All that said, here’s how you do it! This is something you do fast, ladies. Move quickly and with assurance, and don’t worry about whether you’re strong enough to do it or not: you are. This is about physics, not muscle. Get low, bend your knees and hips. Our strength is largly concentrated in our lower bodies, and when we put our knees and thighs into a move, we bring some of the largest muscles in the human body to bear. You’d be surprised what you can move with your legs. When she got low on him, her right arm was around his waist, her shoulder roughly at or under his ass, her left arm wrapped around his left leg. Feet shoulder width apart for a nice stable base, big deep breath in, and lift just a bit while falling backwards. It doesn’t take much strength but it will really mess with the dude’s day. Landing on your head will at the very very least knock you silly for a minute. Interestingly, we can use these same basic principles to ruin a guy’s day if he’s the one to grab us! Imagine, if you will, mugger dude runs up behind you and bear hugs you in preparation for dragging you into the alley. Scary, right? Yep. If he lifts you too fast, and you find your feet off the ground, kick him in the shins, scrape your shoes down his legs, aim for the knees and his feet. Toss your head back and head butt him. Bite him. Squirm. Do what it takes to get your feet back on the ground. Feet on the ground, grab his arms and hold on to them. Don’t let him get away, because this move, ladies, will put him down and out, and if he moves away he may go for a distance weapon, or start using his fists. Hold onto his arms and keep him in close. Again, feet shoulder width apart. Use your booty and hips now, like you’re trying to hit his not-so-manly bits with your ass, get your hips back, bend your knees and flex your hips. If he’s shortish, you should at this point have picked him up and be balancing him on your back. If he’s tall, you’re now in position to put a crimp in his style in a big way. Tuck your head to your chest and roll forward, just like you did when you were a kid. Flip yourself forward and let gravity do the rest. You will have your head tucked down, aiming to land on the upper back of one shoulder; he won’t. This means he’ll land on his face, with the full force of his own body weight behind it as well as any momentum you’ve built up. You may very well land on top of him too. From here, get up, run like hell towards a light source while yelling “help, fire, call 911 (or whatever emergency services number exists in your country)” Remember, ladies, with just a little understanding of comparative anatomy and physics, you too can put a man on the ground and seriously mess up his day. But then, that’s what he was planning to do to you, so fair’s fair. Reblogging again because of Gryphyn’s awesome comment. C: All women NEED to know this. REBLOG AND YOU CAN SAVE A LIFE
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Ass, Blessed, and Bodies : <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://fweeble.tumblr.com/post/35419642078/gryphynshadow-littlemissbatterwitch">fweeble</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://gryphynshadow.tumblr.com/post/35418508314/littlemissbatterwitch-clothoboorocracy">gryphynshadow</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://littlemissbatterwitch.tumblr.com/post/34455070138/clothoboorocracy-stormybabe-i-have-to-say">littlemissbatterwitch</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://clothoboorocracy.tumblr.com/post/34379091561/stormybabe-i-have-to-say-this-is-completely">clothoboorocracy</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://stormybabe.tumblr.com/post/34012098534/i-have-to-say-this-is-completely-legit-someone">stormybabe</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>I have to say this is completely legit - someone tried to steal her handbag and she simply went “Fuck this- *suplex*”</p> </blockquote> <p>My hero</p> </blockquote> <p>someone teach me this pweeze-ooc</p> </blockquote> <p>Ok Ladies, here’s the info on this move.</p> <p>We are blessed with a low center of gravity. This means that when we get ahold of someone and tip over backward like that, it’s easy peasy for us to do. Especially on a guy. Think of it like a fulcum and lever: they’re the lever, we’re the fulcrum, and because their center of gravity is up in their chest, instead of in their pelvis, when we get down low and lean back, whupsy there they tip right over.</p> <p>Now, here’s the real deal on that particular move. Check out how this gif end, with the guy’s head on the floor like that? How his torso seems straight up and down, his head and neck on the floor, all his body weight and the momentum of having been tossed over her shoulder?</p> <p>Yeah, he’s pretty messed up from that. In the really real world, if you do that move correctly, toss your whole body into it, seriously oomph it up and give that mugger a throw, you can snap his neck.</p> <p>All that said, here’s how you do it!</p> <p>This is something you do fast, ladies. Move quickly and with assurance, and don’t worry about whether you’re strong enough to do it or not: you are. This is about physics, not muscle.</p> <p>Get low, bend your knees and hips. Our strength is largly concentrated in our lower bodies, and when we put our knees and thighs into a move, we bring some of the largest muscles in the human body to bear. You’d be surprised what you can move with your legs.</p> <p>When she got low on him, her right arm was around his waist, her shoulder roughly at or under his ass, her left arm wrapped around his left leg. Feet shoulder width apart for a nice stable base, big deep breath in, and lift just a bit while falling backwards. It doesn’t take much strength but it will really mess with the dude’s day. Landing on your head will at the very very least knock you silly for a minute.</p> <p>Interestingly, we can use these same basic principles to ruin a guy’s day if he’s the one to grab us! Imagine, if you will, mugger dude runs up behind you and bear hugs you in preparation for dragging you into the alley. Scary, right? Yep.</p> <p>If he lifts you too fast, and you find your feet off the ground, kick him in the shins, scrape your shoes down his legs, aim for the knees and his feet. Toss your head back and head butt him. Bite him. Squirm. Do what it takes to get your feet back on the ground.</p> <p>Feet on the ground, grab his arms and hold on to them. Don’t let him get away, because this move, ladies, will put him down and out, and if he moves away he may go for a distance weapon, or start using his fists. Hold onto his arms and keep him in close.</p> <p>Again, feet shoulder width apart. Use your booty and hips now, like you’re trying to hit his not-so-manly bits with your ass, get your hips back, bend your knees and flex your hips. If he’s shortish, you should at this point have picked him up and be balancing him on your back. If he’s tall, you’re now in position to put a crimp in his style in a big way.</p> <p>Tuck your head to your chest and roll forward, just like you did when you were a kid. Flip yourself forward and let gravity do the rest. You will have your head tucked down, aiming to land on the upper back of one shoulder; he won’t. This means he’ll land on his face, with the full force of his own body weight behind it as well as any momentum you’ve built up. You may very well land on top of him too.</p> <p>From here, get up, run like hell towards a light source while yelling “help, fire, call 911 (or whatever emergency services number exists in your country)”</p> <p>Remember, ladies, with just a little understanding of comparative anatomy and physics, you too can put a man on the ground and seriously mess up his day. But then, that’s what he was planning to do to you, so fair’s fair.</p> </blockquote> <p>Reblogging again because of Gryphyn’s awesome comment. C:</p> </blockquote> <p>Reblogging for the helpful info and adding: This woman didn&rsquo;t need &ldquo;feminism&rdquo; ;]</p>
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Beer, Butt, and Click: 0 FOOTBA BINGo MARRIAGEADELE PROPOSAL LATERAL CROTCH GRAB BARFS PLAYERSMAN BOOB ' REDHEAD HALMARY POURING MOM IN SIGHTING SAUCE STANDS SOMETHINGGoDADDYBEER AD PANTED PZZA UNINTELLIGIBLE FIRST HALF UNHAPPY FACEMASK/ IDY SAFETYSKYLINE BUTT PAT TOTAL POITSCHILD IN UNDER 50STANDS HORSECOLLAR SHOT ING FUMBLE!MULLET FOOTBA BINGo STEAMING TOTAL PONTS MULLET TALKNGF BABY PENALTY ovER 50 ON-AIR BURRITOINJURY ANY MENTION EXCESSME|CHALLENGING CELEBRATION ACALL M TEBOW SA PANTED FACE LATERAL T AGAME! COMMERCIAL INDY SACK SKYNECATCH SHOT UNHAPPY DIVING HOODIE IN STANDS MASCOT MANBOOBS SOMEONE SIGHTING SIGHTNG POURING FUMBLE! ANIMAL SOUND EFFECT SAUCE 0 0 FOOTBAE BINGO TALKING TALKABOUT FIRST HALF PLAYER SAYSON-AIPR NGTOTAL POINTS S NG I-UNDER 50 İUNNTE LGBLE SOMETHING BURRITO BABY PANTED WE WLL ON 4TH DOWN BEER E SA TAGAME INANAD NDY COLLSON"MovES LIKE WITH TV CREWJAGGER AD SHOT NG RILL ONE-HANDED!! MENTIONCE'İ MULLET INJURY 0 0 PAINTED CHEST FIRST HALF SOMEONE STEAMING HEAD BUTT PAT TOTAL POINTS POURING OVER 50 SAUCE FAN BIRD'S EYE SACK! VIEW SHOT İBNJo SPELLING SIGHTING OF STADIUM ERROR ARAGBEER INDY ToM BRADYS HAIR UNHAPPY SKYLINE SHOT CHILD IN STANDS I FUMBE MONKEY N AN AD COLD-LOOKING FLAMMING MULLETTEAMMORTACKLE CHEERLEADER GRILL MMENTION OF SHOESTRING 0 FOOTBA BINGo MARRIAGEADELE PROPOSAL LATERAL CROTCH GRAB BARFS PLAYERSMAN BOOB ' REDHEAD HALMARY POURING MOM IN SIGHTING SAUCE STANDS SOMETHINGGoDADDYBEER AD PANTED PZZA UNINTELLIGIBLE FIRST HALF UNHAPPY FACEMASK/ IDY SAFETYSKYLINE BUTT PAT TOTAL POITSCHILD IN UNDER 50STANDS HORSECOLLAR SHOT ING FUMBLE!MULLET <p><strong>The Super Bowl is this Sunday, and what better way to stay in the game than with a little <a href="http://www.latenightwithjimmyfallon.com/blogs/2012/01/lnjf-football-beverage-bingo/" target="_blank">football beverage bingo</a>?</strong></p> <p><strong>The rules are simple:</strong> If you see something during the game that&rsquo;s on your card, take a sip of your drink and put a chip (or popcorn, lint, whatevs) on the appropriate spot. First one to get five in a row wins! Though everyone walks away a winner from this game &ndash; we guarantee it.</p> <p>Right click on the bingo cards to save them, then print &lsquo;em and pass 'em out to your game-watching companions.</p> <p>GAME ON!</p>
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