If I’m ever threatened with physical violence, I’m going to cry like a baby.
If my tears and snivelling make the other person refrain from beating the living crap out of me, then that’s fine with me.
… and then who really is the bigger softy baby then?
note: babies are cute when they are little.
double note: I’d rather see the tracks of my tears than my intestinal tracts.
Nobody wants to see your intestinal tracts! Better to cry like a pansy boy today and live to cry another day, yeah?
I don’t think crying is gonna save you. But, your height might. Move toward them, act as if..and don’t blame me if it doesn’t work.
Well….I love that pic*
Quit your crying…then you won’t have a problem with decision making~~~~~~
Thanks for the comments.
S. Le: I wonder if I can buy a bottle of tears and carry it around just to be prepared.
w1kkp: the only time I move towards someone is to do the old “pinch punch first of the month” routine. … but most of the usually victims are on to me now.
My personal space involves a good 10 meters usually. … and possibly a moat.
Doraz: I can’t remember the last time I cried. I think an ice cream cone and gravity were involved though.
If the waterworks then make the most of it….
If the waterworks have a drink
If the waterworks have a bath
If the waterworks water your garden
If the waterworks water Mr Lowerback
If the water doesn’t work then you can only last about a week without it then you will die
That tactic wouldn’t have worked on my mother.
My mother’s response to crying was, “shut up or I’ll give you something to cry about”.
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Tony: hee hee! That really flows.
razzbuffnik: Crying as a tactic never worked on my mother either.
Feigning sickness to get out of school was even less effective.