February 1, 2009
Dear Clusterflock
I am still laughing at the exchange heard between two fighting girls in a bar parking lot last night. While being restrained by her friends, Girl A yells at Girl B:
“Oh Ya! Well you don’t know shit about the devil….. BITCH!!”
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Ah, the gist of theology.
“My devil can whup your devil’s ass six ways to Sunday.”
She should’ve bet a fiddle of gold against her soul, like the Chuck Daniels song.
Damn, there is nothing sweeter than two fighting girls – I think.
I am having a devil of a time trying to dredge up a comment of Cooper’s, a reminiscence about the school where he and I met when we were twelve or so — and the not-uncommon cry heard within its walls and without: Girlfight! Girlfight!
I don’t remember what I might have said, but it was probably junior high where I first saw a for-real girlfight. As a teacher at DHS in the mid’80s, I had to break one up one day.