Any blow to the back of the head, -preferably between the skull and first vertebrae, shaking the victim's brain and upper spinal cord equally, -in particular the Medulla Oblongata
, or brain stem, -which does not regenerate-, permanently disabling basic motor and bodily functions, as well as possible brain and nerve damage to lobes of the brain dealing with sight, smell, taste, kidney function, hearing, and respiration.
By far, the most profound way to get even with someone, short of murder; on account it is: 1) easy to pull off, as the victim never sees anything coming, as well as, 2) deliberately aiming for that most tender spot in vertebrates, rendering it "unsportsmanlike", in athletic endeavor.
That accountant figured he could rob me of my 40 acre farm; so, one day, I rabbit punched
him. Now he can't control his eyes or tongue... And, I got a one year suspended sentence!
The Rabbit Punch, makes all men equal with one beautiful move. So, remember to Love Thy Neighbor.
A mixture of gasoline and milk, imbibed in desperate straits by hobos with nothing better to do, or for kicks if someone is mean enough to put you up to it. An intense experience,to say the least, so say survivors.
John: "Hey, did you ever drink bing-bang?"
Randy: "Oh no!,... oh Shit!... Oh God! Oh God!!!!"
John: "Did you die?!"
Randy: "Felt like I did..."
The last thing you'd ever want, used as a simile.
"If the zoning board rejects our proposal, we'll be forced to allow the superhighway to divide the property, and then 9 holes might be on one side, and the other 9 holes on the other side. We need that like we need a Hole in the Head."
A traffic jam caused by two lowriders engaged in long conversation, each sitting in the driver's seat of their own extra wide rides, parked for the duration in the middle of a narrow side street, blocking it entirely. Both engines running optional.
The street was entirely blocked and me thoughts,....'Damn, another 'Puerto Rican Reunion'.
"Hey, move it or milk it!!!... The streets were wider in San Juan!" (Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep....)
If you want to know what it was like to live in Ohio in the 1930's; and it's not beneath your dignity to work boring, dangerous, even filthy jobs, then Lima, -a city on Hog Creek in western Ohio, exactly between Cincinnati and Toledo off I-75-, is the place to be!
Winters are fairly mild, summers cool, -Lima is not as hot as Cincinnati, nor as cold as Fort Wayne.
Were it not for the occasional explosion over at the nearby BP oil refinery, (the backbone of the entire job base in Lima), or military contracts making jeeps and tanks, I would consider Lima even bucolic, at least in its outskirts.
Shawnee, an old Indian reservation to the south, (also on Hog Creek, but downwind of the refinery), is now a township with its own country club where all the rich people want to live. Years ago, there was even a Johnny Appleseed tree in front of Shawnee School.
Unlike Flint,-a town also off I-75, with it's own share of misery and contributions to the past, Lima has never depended on just one industry. So, if a company makes an exit, (and several have), others seem to fill in where that one left off.
Some speculate, though, that if the oil refinery ever leaves, it would be a death blow just like what happened to Flint with General Motors..
I'd like to see that happen. Lima people have that kind of sadistic streak in them. More to the point, the oil refinery has put Lima on the map as a potential nuclear strike target, so the reason for all the military.
A lot of military people come from Lima, so, there is a big VFW and American Legion Hall, even several National Guard Armories. If VFW is the only party in town, (outside of the YMCA), then it is not surprising that the word 'Lima' gets into Military jargon, because most of their hardware even comes from Lima.
One Marine unit from the area is even known as the "Lucky Lima".
And, Lima has less of the racial tension found elsewhere, due to the semi-intact low-skill job base it has always enjoyed, that acts as a melting pot. We don't fight in line waiting for the soup kitchens to open either, let's put it that way.
My favorite shop, right in downtown Lima, across from the courthouse, is 'Daily's', where everything is either post-dated, or in dented cans. (Get there early, or they have dudes coming in to buy all the Malt Liquor soon as they get it..) The "Top Hat" bar, next to Daily's, got ambushed one night, and the owner beaten beyond recognition when he was locking up.
The finest Hamburger shops in the world are in Lima, as well as fine eateries specializing in breaded veal cutlet.
Oh, please come and experience this fine town!
Why does my sister talk like a black girl? Because, we're from Lima!
What a beautiful snowy morning. Too bad it will be black slush by noon.
The 'girl next door', got a job building army tanks over at General Dynamics. Welcome to Lima!