I'm happy to report that everybody whose face I've wanted to punch on Earth has already been punched.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I'm happy to fight anybody.
If you woke up, every day, and someone punched you in the face, for the first week, you'd go, 'Why is someone punching me in the face?' But, by the time you got through week two, you'd take it and just go on with the day.
He punched me. If that's his best punch, he'll be in trouble some day.
I'm a believer in getting punched in the face. I know it sounds cliched, but to me, fighting is a metaphor for life.
You can't learn to take a punch. Whether you have a glass chin or you don't, the only way of finding out is having it land.
Regardless of how tough you think you are, regardless of how good you think your chin is, we're all only one connected punch away from being hurt, and you've just got to hope your chin holds up and your body holds up.
You can't punch people in the face, punch people in the face, punch people in the face, and ask them to have tea and crumpets with you and think it's all good. Life doesn't work that way.
Life is, and should be, a little hard. Getting punched in the face or getting an occasional concussion will probably happen to us all at some point in our lives. We can handle it.
I've never been punched in the face, so I didn't know it would hurt so much!
If you had a face like mine, you'd punch me right on the nose, and I'm just the fella to do it.