Any woman here have the guts to kick me from the southbound end of an east bound train that left Chicago…?

…at 8:45 AM traveling at 100 kilometers/hour just in time to pas through the dining car of a westbound train that left New York at 10:00 PM the previous day at 120 kph while I steal the caviar off the tray of the bald waiter, & tuck and roll through the side window into the nuclear wasteland of New Jersey while sipping champagne (Burt 2007). Then chase me through a minefield while piloting a soviet era attack helicopter wile firing armor piercing rockets and RPGs. Then, after I shoot you down with a bottle rocket made from toothpicks, a rusty beer can and an old car battery, defeat me in hand to hand combat, score higher than me on the math part of the SAT, kick me in the private region while burping “jingle bells”, and then call my mother and tell her that her son is a wuss who scream like little girl.

Is a common fetish in my country.