We grappled with each other, me holding onto his arms to prevent him from gouging my eyes out and well... he was foaming at his mouth.
F*cking gross, man.
Keep that sh*t inside. Ain't nobody want to see that.
Finally, I managed to kick him off, but I was h*lla out of breath.
"Give... haah, haah... me a... gasp!... second," I bent down at my hip. I was holding my breath the whole 7 minutes we were fighting. Dude has got h*lla bad breath. "Ever... heard, haaah, haah, mint?"
He growled.
I'll take that as a no, then.