We still treasure the not-so-recent memory of Jemina Pearl’s right cross, as administered to a six-foot-something, 200-pound drunk comedian whose subsequent attempt to remain on his feet was satisfyingly brief. That incident proved, if nothing else, that those looking for a fight with Pearl will get one. And they will probably lose. Last week, someone in Detroit tried again, flicking lit cigarettes at the diminutive frontwoman. Which was a huge mistake. Wrote Pearl on her blog:
Where else but Detroit? Seriously though, whatever violent urge this woman provokes in fully grown males–think twice, clowns. You will regret it.
under pressure [Puke Till You Punk]