My mission is to go and destroy and not to let anything get involved. You get hit, you get punched and you get hurt. I refuse to be hurt, knocked down or knocked out. I can’t lose. I refuse to lose.

I always try to aim through the back of my opponents head. Fantasize my punches going through him and ending out the back of the head. It sounds like a brutal sport but it’s just a technique. It’s just an art. And when people hear you talking in a particular fashion, they think of you as some brutal monster, but it’s all about the skill, the speed, the accuracy. And that’s basically what I named my style after. Anyone who challenges me with their somewhat primitive skills is just as good as dead.

People don’t have the slightest idea how hard it is to break somebody’s jaw or break somebody’s eye socket. They think it’s just the power, but it’s the accuracy of the power. And every punch is thrown with bad intentions and the speed of the Devil.

My job is to hurt people and I like fighting. Not because I like hurting people but because I like the after-affect of fighting. And that meant I got the job right. Once the job is done correctly that’s my satisfaction.

I was beating guys up for just pure brute strength and intimidation. Most guys were just pretty much intimidated. They lost the fight before they even got hit. I knew the art of skullduggery. I knew how to beat these guys psychologically before I even got in the ring with them.

Soon as I come into the ring I’m... NO STOP! That’s not true!
While I’m in the dressing room five minutes before I come out my gloves are laced-up. I’m breaking my gloves in. I’m pushing the leather at the back of my glove. I’m breaking the middle of the glove so my knuckle can pierce through the leather. I feel my knuckle piercing through the tight leather glove, that Everlast boxing glove. I come out. I have supreme confidence but I’m scared to death. I’m totally afraid. I’m afraid of everything. I’m afraid of losing. I’m afraid of being humiliated. But I was totally confident. The closer I get to the ring the more confidence I get. The closer, the more confidence I get. The closer, the more confidence I get. All through my training I’ve been afraid of this man. I thought this man might be capable of beating me. I’ve dreamed of him beating me. I always stayed afraid of him. The closer I get to the ring I’m more confident. Once I’m in the ring, I’m a God! No-one can beat me.

I walk around the ring, but I never take my eyes off my opponent. I keep my eyes on him, even if he’s ready and pumped and he can’t wait to get his hands on me as well. I keep my eyes on him. I keep my eyes on him. I keep my eyes on him. Then once I see a chink in his armor. BOOM! And one of his eyes may move and then I know I have him. Then when he comes to the centre of the ring, he still looks at me with his piercing look as if he’s not afraid. But he already made that mistake when he looked down for that one-tenth of a second. I knew I had him. He’ll fight hard for the first two or three rounds but I know I really broke his spirit.

During the fight I’m supremely confident. I’m moving my head. He’s throwing punches. I’m making him miss and I’m countering. I’m hitting him to the body. I’m punching him real hard. And I’m punching and I’m punching and I know he’s not able to take my punches. One, two, three punches! I’m throwing punches in bunches. He goes down. He’s out. I’m victorious. Mike Tyson, the greatest fighter that ever lived! - Mike Tyson

IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?
So, here's how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don't lie and try to pretend your cool...just type it in man!

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Opening Credits: JUS' A LIL' BIT - 50 CENT


Waking Up: YOU'LL NEVER WALK ALONE - GERRY AND THE PACEMAKERS


First Day At School: THUGZ GET LONELY TOO - 2PAC


Falling In Love: ALWAYS WHERE I NEED TO BE - THE KOOKS


Loosing Virginity: BUSINESS - EMINEM


Fight Song: I'M TOO SEXY - RIGHT SAID FRED


Breaking Up: FIX YOU - COLDPLAY


Debs: SUMMERTIME - WILL SMITH


Life: I'M A HUSTLER - CASSIDY

Mental Breakdown: I GET MONEY - 50 CENT


Flashback: DRIPS - EMINEM

Getting Back Together: LAST NIGHT - THE STROKES


Wedding: BEAUTIFUL - JAMES BLUNT


Birth of Child: MY NAME IS - EMINEM

Final Battle: X GON' GIVE IT TO YA - DMX


Death Scene: BAD TOUCH - BLOODHOUND GANG


Funeral Song: SCREAM - TIMBALAND


End Credits: BLACK REPUBLICAN - NAS AND JAY Z

Dear Barnaby Chessington Harold Foxworth,
Thank you for returning my manuscript and your enclosed nasty, nimmoney-pimmoney little note. I am afraid YOUR letter is most unsuitable for ME at the present time, as I’ve just spent the entire weekend writing the novel that you have summarily rejected. I can only assume it is company policy to reject all manuscripts not submitted in ten-foot-high Braille. And yes, I am aware that it is traditionally bad form to respond to any kind of criticism or rejection, but in this (as with all else) I am an innovator and therefore may freely address you as “Piss-Midget”. Still, there’s time for you to change your views, and I think you will when we meet and meet we most assuredly will. When I suck out your eyes and use them as stoppers for my ears to muffle the screams you make as I headbutt you into a fine paste. I hope you will not be disheartened by your sudden, violent death.

Yours faithfully, Bernard Black.

‘Everyone agreed he was right to kill the publisher, and to do it with a flugle horn was a stroke of genius. “Bernard”, they said, no, Brendan!! Brendan!! “Brendan”, they said, “Congratulations!! Here, have this basket of stuff, and come and stay for the weekend.”’