Death Grip. I don't think it's op'ed or anything. I just don't like being man-handled. It makes me look bad. This 45-pound gnome dk bounces to me boing boing and man-handles me like I'm her biatch. That's a serious rub on my style. and as you well know, style is everything.
I remember this one night when I was a young silly nub. I got into a fight at a nightclub. This 6'5" big black bouncer walks up to me. Pfft, it's okay. I had the scenario all planned out in my head. I'm gonna step up to the big scary bouncer, and imma go down in a blaze of glory like Bonjovi had done... except things didn't go like I had planned. The bouncer pick me up by the collar-- heels of my feet were off the fucking ground-- and carried me out like a momma tiger carrying her baby tiger. That had to be the most embarrasing moment ever... getting man-handled pwnt.