SLIDESHOW: Tumult and brigandage

I dun got in a tussle with a crafty lad after church.

Turns out, he heard me say I didn't care for his mum's casserole at the pot luck dinner. He ate some with his knife and even licked the blade clean.

Then he started flailin like a blue-winged warbler with true intent ta butterfly ma innerds.

Through deft maneuvers and swift postures, I evaded his blade thrusts. I stood his abuses like a man and gave back in spades.

His clothed invasions thwarted, he disrobed to deliver intimidation by bearing his shorn torsoe. I responded in kind.

I grew weary and feared I may fall french to his assailments when ma sister arrived and delivered reinforcements.

Together we beat this rogue like a rented mule and left him abandoned upon a lifting device as we uttered catch phrases.