Reasons I'd Win A Fight: A Triad Post

The Triad is back!  If you have no idea what I am talking about, you should click, here.  Well we technically never left, but one member has been has been forced into fur-baby parenthood, and we were unsure if she had totally crossed over to the dark side of cat lady land.  At any rate, that’s probably just an excuse and the real truth is we are too lazy or forget what we were going to write about.  If we ever get a petty cash fund, I’m totally hiring a {hot} assistant to unscramble our off-topic messages to one another.  

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I know some rumors have been circulating that we have broken up, and I’m here to set the record straight.  Neither have we replaced any of the members or acquired another member, all Destiny's Child-like, making this a Bitchery Quartet.  For the record, the Triad could never fight each other, we are all too awesome and it really would end in a tragic fight to the death.  

However, I may or may not have found myself in the heat of battle a time or two, thus we bring you:

Reasons I’d Win A Fight

Oh Snap! I Think It Through

I am not one of those people that spew out the first thing that comes to mind when in the heat of battle.  Most often, when that happens, people churn all sorts of jackassedness out, because they feel attacked or the need to defend, right away.  Oh no, I sit back, take it all in, and then craft a witty response while attempting to keep my composure.  This makes me more Ninja than Christina.  I do not care to do battle in the, "You are, NO you ARE", format.  Pointless.  I don’t need the last word; I prefer to be the coherent one.  I’m not in any way, shape or form fit for a reality show.

I Don’t Actually Care:

I almost threw a punch at another girl once, long, long ago, but came to my senses at the last minute.  Why?  I really didn’t care.  Plus she was bigger than me.  Know when to walk away friends, trying to prove bravery might only make you look like a bigger fool.  Not much bothers me.  Tell your drama to your Mama, or Llama, or Obama.  I don’t care.  I probably should, but I’m not going to allow your vie for attention bait me.  You see, this doesn’t make me better than you, I just have more control.

I’m In a Bad-Ass Gang, aka, Triad

You really can’t fight with someone that’s in a gang, or a Triad.  Because we will defend each other no matter what.  We are officially a gang because we have a caricature and twitter handle, that's official peeps.  It's what all the cool gangs do. We will throw down in a battle with weapons, much like the Anchorman, Channel 5 News Team.  I’m talking back alley brawl, tridents and grenades. 

Now go check out Christina and Marjorie's posts and find out why we broke the fight club rules and went public.