I'd go at anyone. I took all of my brothers' bull. It made me who I am.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I'd taken the bull by the horns by liberating myself and creating a career. It took guts - it was scary and chancy - but they discounted me as empty-headed: some little piece of fluff without any brain that happened to come along.
I'd take a bullet for just about anyone! If someone pulled out a gun, I'd step in front of you even though I've never met you.
My father was a bullfighter.
My father would chaperone at high-school dances, and the toughest guy in the high school used to want to fight my father. My father broke his hand on a guy's head once in school.
My father and mother - I figured if I could make them laugh, they'd stop fighting. I stole all their material.
I never rode a bull - I'm not that stupid.
I am a bull. I am Taurus. My will is awful. If I like something, there is nothing else. I was a pain in the neck. I still am a pain in the neck.
My father had all these great names for our cows. Bossy and Daisy and Petunia and Turnip. One of my jobs was to round up the cows before milking. I'd go out back with the dog and bring them in.
My father owned pit bulls when I was young. He sometimes fought them. My brother and a lot of the men in my community owned pit bulls as well: sometimes they fought them for honor, never for money.
All my brothers and sisters are really witty, and I would just sit back and enjoy them.