Last night I went out w/ to a bar w/ some pals and they had a punching bag machine at the bar. I wasted a couple bucks to hurt my arm, but I put up 921 lbs. of punching power into the obviously well constructed machine. The record was 934. Obvious cheating, b/c I am pretty much a superhuman. Where the problem came was the rest of the night all I could think about is what my mighty right hand could do to others. I looked at a 275 lb. country looking hoss and just imagined unloading on him. I’m pretty sure he is in bad shape in virtual fight world. Then I gazed over at a 5′ 2″ Snooki looking chick. Inner thought: “She would probably die. Not that I would ever hit a woman, but if she pulls a gun, GAME OVER.” I am insane. This is why I don’t go out much anymore.