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tularetom (1000+ posts) Tue Mar-23-10 12:56 PM
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When was the last time you were in a fist fight?
I ask this because my son (44 years old) got into one yesterday with a guy who hit into his foursome on the golf course. blah blah blah.....
mike_c (1000+ posts) Tue Mar-23-10 01:00 PM
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4. teenager, nearly 40 years ago....
These days I flay my opponents with an angry look instead, then dismember them with logic.
TransitJohn (1000+ posts) Tue Mar-23-10 01:06 PM
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14. March '03
While having a pitcher at the Buckhorn while protesting illegal invasion of Iraq by an illegal President. Wyoming is still Cheney country, after all.
Altoid_Cyclist (742 posts) Tue Mar-23-10 01:08 PM
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18. I was in 9th grade.
However, I'm a confirmed pacifist so I might be the odd one. I was always the peacemaker who would jump in the middle of a fight and try to break it up if I could.
The_Commonist (1000+ posts) Tue Mar-23-10 01:10 PM
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20. 5th grade.
1974?
And, it was a fight over politics.
I said Nixon was a crook.
The bully said he wasn't, and he was going to beat me up after school for saying so.
In the schoolyard, I said "c'mon, get it overwith," with my arms outstretched.
He punched me 2 or 3 times, but then he had to go to CCD.
Years later, he wrote a play about pacifism, in which I played the lead character...
mrcheerful tells a tale:
mrcheerful (1000+ posts) Tue Mar-23-10 01:14 PM
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23. Well personally 2 years ago when I was 51
My SO's cousin, who is a bad alcoholic, went off on me while I was having a spat with the SO about her spending habits. I told him to stfu and go sell some scrap metal so he could buy another beer, adults were talking, he was 47 at the time, and he jumped at me like he was attacking. Next thing I knew I had a butcher knife, it was laying on the table but I don't remember even picking it up. Then my 18 year old grabbed the drunk and tossed him out the door. I stand 5"2" weigh 135 pounds the cousin stands 6'2" at 250 pounds, so screw it I was going to do some serious damage if he had put his hands on me.
What a tiny little dude!
Forkboy (1000+ posts) Tue Mar-23-10 01:23 PM
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27. A couple summers ago. I was 40.
**** it, the asshat had it coming. And trust me, my intent wasn't to win him over.
Forkboy's gotta announce his ghey-ness with each and every post.
and the Magistrate with his usual, highly irritating, self-absorbed, manner:
The Magistrate (1000+ posts) Tue Mar-23-10 01:38 PM
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31. About Twenty-Five Years Ago, Sir
Edited on Tue Mar-23-10 01:42 PM by The Magistrate
Strictly speaking, from my end, it was not a fist-fight, as my part of it was conducted with various grips to painful and strangling pressure points, and kicks. Four young men had kicked at the windows of my basement apartment as they walked by; it had happened before and it annoyed me. They ought to have understood that a grown man coming out into a foot of snow with only a pair of boxer shorts on to commence a confrontation was likely in some sort of a 'state', and would be best backed away from, but they felt invincible owing to numbers, and commenced running their mouths. I put two of them on the ground quickly enough the other two ran away before it could happen to them, and the downed pair ran off once they regained their feet. The police, when they arrived, considered the disparity of numbers sufficient to establish it as self-defense on my part, even though the first physical move was mine....
Who gives two shits you self-important jackass?
Tierra_y_Libertad (1000+ posts) Tue Mar-23-10 02:01 PM
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39. 1967 A drunken brawl with 2 guys who took exception to my views on the war in Vietnam.
They jumped me outside the bar. It might have been my comment, politely made, to one of the debaters, "You stupid, flag waving, red-necked, asshole" that spurred them into action. Much to my surprise, I "won" the fight. Probably due to my being somewhat less inebriated than my opponents. The next morning required a visit to the doc because of the dislocated jaw and horribly swollen hand.
A Pyrrhic victory at best.
Here we have a bouncy and looking for DUmp cred in one convenient place:
PJPhreak (630 posts) Tue Mar-23-10 02:54 PM
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47. 1986...At the Boulder Planned parenthood office,
for those of you that know Boulder,I was coming out of the county courthouse after registering my truck and from down the street (Walnut looking West from the courthouse) I hear this insane frackas...look over just in time to see an Operation Rescue Nutcase with a sign (Typical protest sign,stapled to a 2x2 about 6 foot long) take his sign and waylay a teenage girl about 15 years old...I snapped!
Took the truck,Roared outta the Courthouse parking lot,put the two right wheels on the sidewalk (Thanks to wheelchair access) and headed down the curb taking out a batch of parking meters (And putting a Nasty bash in the grill of the Chevy) this caught the attenion of the dickhead that was repeatly hitting this young lady,The look on his face when a loud Chevy 1-ton was knocking parking meaters asunder,with a long-haired,bug-eyed hippie behind the wheel was worth the price of the tickets I got, (three for this stunt) he started to run,I cut him off with the truck,hopped outta the cab,pulled the sign outta his hands and said something to the effect of"Hey ****nut,You wanna beat up on someone? Try hitting me.Asshole!"
I think I hit him two or three times before someone tackled me and held me down,someone else nailed the sign swinging jerk to the wall, and about that time the Boulder cops showed up.
I was released from the Boulder county jail three or four hours later,with three Tickets that cost me $355 total....Worth Every Penny!
This is the ONLY time I have used my fists on someone since High school. I am 51.
Lyric, as her sweet and dainty self:
Lyric (1000+ posts) Tue Mar-23-10 02:55 PM
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48. I think I was 15?
I kicked her ass like Skittles, baby.
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This one time, at band camp, Karl Rove called Obama an undocumented worker. I would have totally kicked his ass but I couldn't because there was a cop from Blackwater in the bushes and I didn't have both hands free to kick both their asses because I was too busy typing a LTTE about ObamaCare and the need for living wage laws.
Totally true story.
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Eleven bouncies, one thread. Still zero bongs.
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DUmmies are such badasses. I get a tingle up my leg every time I hear about their feats of derring-do.
Or maybe it's just sciatica. I dunno.
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This one time, at band camp, Karl Rove called Obama an undocumented worker. I would have totally kicked his ass but I couldn't because there was a cop from Blackwater in the bushes and I didn't have both hands free to kick both their asses because I was too busy typing a LTTE about ObamaCare and the need for living wage laws.
Totally true story.
Interesting that your story sounds more believeable then any of the Dummies
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How much damage can a limp wrist do?.....just asking.
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How much damage can a limp wrist do?.....just asking.
I'll s-s-slap you s-s-silly!
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mike_c (1000+ posts) Tue Mar-23-10 01:00 PM
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4. teenager, nearly 40 years ago....
These days I flay my opponents with an angry look instead, then dismember them with logic.
In other words, he wets himself frequently, while opponents point and laugh at his pathetic intellectual AND physical stature.
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mike_c (1000+ posts) Tue Mar-23-10 01:00 PM
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4. teenager, nearly 40 years ago....
These days I flay my opponents with an angry look instead, then dismember them with logic.
Dismember with logic? :rotf: :rotf:
Usually if DUmmies can't dazzle them with brilliance, they baffle them with bullshit....
And harsh language.... :rotf: :rotf:
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My story? About five years ago, a bunch of goths/tweekers/dipshits/DUmmies were parking on the street behind my house, then drinking/getting high in the Santa Ana River channel under the overpasses down the street. They'd do that for a few weekends, showing up around 10 PM, yelling, screaming, generally being douchebags, and then leave around 3 AM with the same results.
One weekend I tired of it and asked them to quiet it down. One of the five or six "yutes" decided he wanted to pull a belt make of bike chain out. Guess he didn't like the odds. Fine, says I. I walked the 100 yards back to the house (why they didn't think better and leave escapes me) and called the police.
One of the "yutes" and his two girlfriends were coming down when I informed them that they weren't about to go anywhere with the police arriving and in their inebriated condition. That's when dumbass decides to take a swing at me. Four or five return hits later, with blood running from his head and holding onto his face, he's stumbling to his car, starting it up, and tries to run me over. His "girlfriends" are screaming at me, calling me everything under the sun for beating up their friend, and calling the cops (not aware I already have). Luckily, I managed to step out of the way as he's only going a few mph, but somehow he doesn't quite have the reaction time necessary to avoid hitting the car of one of the residents.
That's about when the police showed up. They took my ID, my statement, took their statements, the other three cops were rousting the rest of the "yutes" from the underpass, where I get to take a ride over and ID the one who pulled the chain/belt out on me.
So, long story short, driver (18 y/o) gets nailed for ADW, DUI, underage drinking, belt boy gets popped for ADW and underage drinking, all but one of the others get cited for public intoxication and underage drinking (except for one who got arrested for posession of pot), and all their cars got impounded because they were all drunk.
And the wife was pissed at ME. Go figure.
Whoops. Of course, after I heard about the charges they faced, I never had to go to court, never heard from any lawyers or investigators, and the "yutes" never showed up there again. Guess taking matters into your own hands does have some benefits every now and then.
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How much damage can a limp wrist do?.....just asking.
I don't know, what about limpy finger. My uncle had a hella limpy finger. His limpy ring finger could split wood and make children cry and laugh at the mere sight of it. I could never get mine to be just dead weight like a Black Jack.
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What?!? "Mr. Smash-Mouth" Stinky-da-Clown/husb2bossy hasn't shown up to brag of his prowess??? If only TiT were still among the living...and whither Redstone, or is he in Granite City now?
:lmao:
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DUmmy mrcheerful is really 5'2 and 135? Hah. My exact height and weight. Short and fluffy. Not hot on a woman, gross on a trolly little man.
As for fights, does beating someone with a Little Tykes pool stick count as a fist fight?
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What?!? "Mr. Smash-Mouth" Stinky-da-Clown/husb2bossy hasn't shown up to brag of his prowess??? If only TiT were still among the living...and whither Redstone, or is he in Granite City now?
:lmao:
If it were TiT, he'd probably be like the Sean Connery character in "The Presidio" who kicked the fat biker guy's ass using his RIGHT thumb, because his left thumb would be far too powerful for you...
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DUmmy mrcheerful is really 5'2 and 135? Hah. My exact height and weight. Short and fluffy. Not hot on a woman, gross on a trolly little man.
As for fights, does beating someone with a Little Tykes pool stick count as a fist fight?
Remember, with DUmmies, the "Mr." part could be completely in the head, not actually involving a real Y chromosome anywhere in the individual's genetic makeup.
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mike_c (1000+ posts) Tue Mar-23-10 01:00 PM
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4. teenager, nearly 40 years ago....
These days I flay my opponents with an angry look instead, then dismember them with logic.
In reality he would flay them with his body odor, until he got personal hygiene (http://demopedia.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=105x6560683) advice from the lounge.
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I got my ass kicked the summer before 7th grade. I had a slumber party, my friend and her sister were talking about smoking pot IN MY HOUSE. I made them leave at 2 am (they lived three houses away from me). Their Dad was a total asswipe and I think actually hit them frequently, I'm sure he hit them when they came home. A couple days later I was at the public pool with a friend and they started crap with me. Calling me names and telling me they were going to kick my ass. My ex-friend wanted to fight me. I told her I wouldn't fight her but I would fight her sister. LOL
Her sister was rather large and my ex-friend was rather strong. I thought I was being smart, I thought she would be slow, I thought wrong. She kicked me between the legs (it felt like I fell on a girls bike HARD, if you know what I mean), I fell, then she sat on my chest and punched the crap out of my eye.....repeatedly. My parents were out of town (in Lincoln, we lived in Omaha). My friend's (the one I was with) Mom took me to the hospital (it was that bad) but on the way stopped at the pool and ripped into the people running the pool then told the girl who kicked my ass that she better run home and tell her dad now before she got to him. The doctor in the ER said he might have to do some procedure to relieve the pressure in my eye. My eye was HUGE and swollen completely shut. I started crying uncontrollably because I didn't want the doctor to touch my eye. It took a couple of MONTHS for my black eye to completely go away. Oh yeah.....to add insult to injury I had my very first exam "down there" because I was kicked so hard. I was bruised big time down there too.
My ex-friend and her sister didn't talk to me for about 6 months. One day we were all riding our bikes in the neighborhood and she came up to me and asked me if I wanted to ride with her and I said OK. We were friends again. Sometimes I wish it was like that now as an adult. You get mad, have a fight then one day ask the other if they want to "play" and it is over just like that.
The night of the fight my parents (including my real dad) called her dad to come over to the house to discuss what had happened. He found out about the "pot" thing and saw what I looked like. I'm pretty sure their dad beat them for it. Their brother was friends with my brother and he told him that they got in bad. I have a picture of me with my black eye the night it happened , I should dig through my pictures and post it. That is the only time I have ever been in a fight unless you count the time I jumped on this guy's back while he was kicking my husband's ass (then boyfriend). I believe it was my junior year. I bit him and pulled his hair. K was pissed at me for doing it (probably more embarrassed that his girlfriend was fighting the guy kicking his ass).
Oh I forgot about the time these boys were giving my friends and me crap. I ran home (I was in 5th grade at the time) and told my brother (the one that died). He came out to confront the boys and they pushed him into a really large hole (the neighborhood was new and there were still vacant lots). He landed on his back and they all jumped on him and started beating him. There was a steel rake, you know the kind that is really heavy? I picked it up and was going to hit one of the boys in the head but an neighbor (an adult) stopped me. I'm sure I would have killed the boy if I would have hit him with it in the head. I am so glad that neighbor stopped me.
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That thread is about the most concentrated grouping of bouncy lies I've ever seen at the DUmp. Not one shred of truth in the whole bunch. Faggots like Forkboy get thrashed regularly, but getting pounded by a guy for ogling him at a urinal hardly rates as being in a fight.
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Faggots like Forkboy get thrashed regularly, but getting pounded by a guy for ogling him at a urinal hardly rates as being in a fight.
In other words, date night.
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Remember, with DUmmies, the "Mr." part could be completely in the head, not actually involving a real Y chromosome anywhere in the individual's genetic makeup.
Actually, I think all DUmmies are born with a "Z" chromosome....you know, like cra-Z.
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Fighting experience?
I used to run the graveyard shift at Denny's.
'nuff said.
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mike_c
These days I flay my opponents with an angry look instead, then dismember them with logic.
IOW in a battle of wits the mike_c primitive is completely unarmed.
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In reality he would flay them with his body odor, until he got personal hygiene (http://demopedia.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=105x6560683) advice from the lounge.
Ugh! That link needs a spork warning. :puke: