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I have never been in an actual physical fight. I've only punched one person.. in the face.. after he punched me. There have been only two other instances when I came close..

one.. this guy named Mike? moved back into town and started hanging with his old friends.. which was my boyfriend and all the guys I hung with.. one night he and my boy and I headed to the mall.. clothes shopping for me.. he dragged us into Abercrombie (yuck) and started picking out clothes for me to try on.. ok.. wierd.. but ok.. he was nice enough.. my boy was amused.. as was the clerk when three of us walked out of the dressing room (no.. no.. he did not watch me actually change) shortly after my boyfriend had to head to work.. but Mike offered to take me home later.. fine. so Mike and I look around some more.. and he began very blatantly hitting on me.. I disliked him from that moment.. and whenever he showed up anywhere after that I would leave.. never exactly told my boy WHY I didn't like him.. just that I didn't think he was a good friend.. anyways.. this started irritating Mike.. and one night I was with a bunch of people at my girl Danielle's house.. I went into the bathroom.. and around that time Mike walked in.. Danielle's house has thin walls.. so I heard him start talking shit about me the moment he walked in.. I was displeased when I walked out.. he was kind of surprised.. maybe amused.. and I started shouting at him.. and that set him off.. I was pleased.. he shouted that he was going to kick my ass.. my boyfriend entered right about then.. just in time to see me lunge at Mike who hit the edge of the bed backwards and fell off the side.. and my boyfriend kind of tackled me mid-air.. picked me up.. and carried me out.. he was very carefull to keep us apart after that.

a couple weeks later Mike stripped Joe's car (another "friend" of his.. and one of my boy's best firends) and stole a bunch of weed and my boyfriend's sister's wallet.. he then moved back out of town rather quickly..

time two.. I lived with a few of my boys in a townhouse.. it was a rather communal house.. people coming and going constantly.. even when we were'nt home.. but we were a tight group.. no problems just heavy partying.. (oh except when we walked in one time to see Chu standing in the middle of the living room wanking to a porno.. we began locking the door after that)
but anyways.. one of my roomates was Jerry.. who happened to be one of my old girlfriend's exs.. we had a history of dislike.. but we were usually nice and fucked up so we got along now.. except that umm.. I didn't like one of his female friends.. but I did like her boyfriend.. (although I was not aware at the time that they were actually dating) I began hitting on him.. I found out that he had said girl.. dropped him.. and he quickly dropped her and tried to make up.. his girl went crying to Jerry and we had a little skirmish in the living room.. shouting at the top of our lungs all my boys standing around waiting to see what would happen.. and he shoved me.. and I shoved him.. he shoved me harder.. I stumbled back a bit.. he raised his hand as a threat.. and I leaned forward and began to move towards him rapidly.. and Pat knocked him over from the side.. while Ethan grabbed me from behind.. and they kicked him out shortly after that.

so.. I am dull.. tell me actual stories.. getting your ass kicked or kicking ass.

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I have had many fights, mostly the odds have worked out in even terms, some times I win and sometimes not. I one time I lost big-willy styley was when I had split from my ex and she said that I was not allowed to see my son anymore. I was sick of being hurt emotionally and almost craved being hurt physically, so I went to a night-club, walked straight up to the DJ box and announced on the PA that everyone was a "fuckin punk pussy" needless to say, I spent 2 weeks in hospital regretting the result of my cravings...

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I don't tend to resort to physical violence. The closest I came was in a fight with Dad. He shoved me down the last two stairs, I hit him, he punched the hell out of my head.

He was not himself. Too bad it happened.

Oh, and when I was in grade school there was a girl who would always get pissed off at me (she hated me) and used to punch/kick/pull hair ... well, one day I got pretty damned mad, and I kicked her back... as hard as I could... in the shin. We both got in trouble, but she never fucked with me again. Booyah!

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I used to get beat up a lot when I was younger. I went to all black schools most of the time, was like one of maybe three white kids in the whole thing and I seemed to representing whitey for them. I was still very anti social, hung my head down and looked at the floor mostly, was an easy target I guess...until I started fighting back.
I haven’t lost a fight in a very long time though. When I’m angry I won’t stop till I feel satisfied or someone has removed me from the other person. Having your thumb two knuckles deep in someone’s eye socket can be very satisfying. I wont use weapons, but Ill fight dirty as fuck. Dont start a fight with me if you have piercing cause Ill rip em right out.

Last fight I was in I should have had my ass kicked. The girl was huge, broke a bottle over my boyfriends head she was about as big as he was - he was the bouncer) when he was trying to break up a fight. I blacked out sort of, coming to only to make sure I was punching her in the face enough, holding her face still with my left thumb in her eye socket (you’d be surprised how far you can get your thumb in there). She had a good grip on my hair and that was about it. Anyway, it took three guys to break us up, she walked away holding her eye saying “Im coming back for you bitch” I said, “ come one then, its better than sex” and I never saw the ugly whore again.

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Any guy who raises a hand to a female without being provoked should have his testes ripped out.

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I went to a night-club, walked straight up to the DJ box and announced on the PA that everyone was a "fuckin punk pussy" needless to say, I spent 2 weeks in hospital regretting the result of my cravings...

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Violence is wrong.

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“Im coming back for you bitch” I said, “ come one then, its better than sex” and I never saw the ugly whore again.

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Violence is wrong.

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But sometimes a necessary evil.
Suck on the nipple of truth hippie boy!

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i've never been in a fight, really. a tiny guy tried to beat me up when i was 13 or 14 (he was REALLY small), but i refused to fight back. he hit me a couple times on two occasions, but as it didn't hurt i saw the whole thing as a situation not to be furthered.
once i fingered a guy driving by because he said something out his window, and he got out with his coked-up pal and beat up my friend. 1) i wasn't exactly being aggressive, it was more like a "yeah buddy" thing. with the sardonic head-nodding and all. 2) i tried to turn his ire towards myself, but as the guy was some sort of tweaked retard he ignored me or something. he said "why'd you finger me?" and i said "that was me, etc", launching into an apologetic explanation with he apparently ignored. he only hit my friend a few times, but it ended up looking bad. we were really drunk.
that really sucked. i obviously felt like shit for a while. the only consolation was that the guy is/was a notorious fuckup and was unreasonable. the consolation was small.

the only other time i almost got in a fight was a old boyfriend/new boyfriend thing (new boyfriend gets friend to attack friend of old boyfriend) that i got into the middle of during the break-it-up stage to prevent further violence. maybe to make up for the other thing? the boyfriend guy then said something to me, to which i responded "me? i'm just standing here". some "acquaintances" of mine asked if he was fucking with me, but being the understanding soul i am i said it was no big deal, he was drunk and it was a weird situation. you're welcome, asshole. then for some reason he fingered me (o! the finger again) as they drove away.
after that that guy called my friend the ex-bf and we invited him to the park but he didn't show up.

why are people so tempted to share long boring stories about this kind of thing? ah well.

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I used to get beat up a lot when I was younger. I went to all black schools most of the time, was like one of maybe three white kids in the whole thing and I seemed to representing whitey for them. ...........................

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Oh yeah, me too for awhile. I was an Air Force brat, so we moved a lot and I had some of those same experiences.... Getting hit from behind with one of those orignal Orange Crush bottles was probably my worst beating.....

Worst I ever dished out?

Twas while I was in Tech School up in Witchita Falls. Yeah, I followed in Daddy's footsteps... Anyhow, several of us girls went out one night on the town and ended up at a Tatoo parlor. The other 3 girls I was with got small tats. One on the ankle, the other two on the hip. I refused. I watched them and laughed at their pain. Silly me.

The next weekend we went out again, only this time we went to the NCO club and I got wasted. Funny thing was, I only had two drinks. Next morning, I woke up with a huge headache and a bandage over my left breast.... YEP, my best friend and roomie fixed me up. Paid this scroungy 70 yr old man to tatoo me.

I broke my best friend's jaw. Needless to say, she had really pissed me off. I almost got court-martialed for that. Boy-o-boy those were the days........

And ya'll thought I was a total innocent, huh? bleh.

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what was the tattoo?

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I think I'll withhold that info at this time, BP. Perhaps when I'm in 'one of dem moods', I'll post a pic. Heh. Ya just never know....

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it had better be good. the possibilities are hilarious, and i would hate for that chance to have gone to waste.

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Clearly, none of these people know the first two rules.

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Shh. You're not supposed to talk about it.

Today, I tried to swat a fly and punched myself in the nose. Really.

Bastards.

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I used to fight my brothers all the time.

My older brother I was no match for. He would hit me and I could do nothing, for he was much faster and stronger than I was. He would threaten to beat the shit out of my little bro and I to get us to confess to 'crimes' against him, real or imagined. Even now he's a dominating ass... we don't get along very well still.

My younger bro I could best occasionaly. I have thrown him into a brick fireplace and split his head open (required stiches)... we may have been wrestling for fun at the time, don't remember. I have spit in his face, and come close to clawing his eyes out (requiring drops to repair the damage to his retna... or something, I did scratch it).
we get along great now.

and I would of course claw the fuck outa both (my best defense was to draw blood).

Sucked when they ganged up on me.

Outside of that, I haven't been in a fight. It takes a-lot to get me mad and a heluva lot more to get me so angry I'd wanna raise my hand to someone. No one has ever raised their hand to me as an adult.

thank god

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Having an Evil Twin, I pretty much grew up fighting with him. Man we used to go at it something fierce. Most of the time it ended up a draw as we both got exhausted and gave up.

I was always being bullied by my twin brother when I was young. As I started getting older I started putting up with less and less, which meant that we would fight more and more (I was his bitch until I was like 12). I remember when I broke a broom over his head. I remember when he pelted me with rocks. I remember our last fight, in the confines of the back seat of a minivan, where I beat him over the head with his own walkman (which he had been listening to at the time and, in theory, during, until his hearing and his walkman were rendered inoperable. RIP walkman.). He started that one though. We were maybe 14. We didn't really get in many fights after that.

Ah, childhood.

Got in a few fights with strangers as a kid, not many though, and nothing compared to the battle royales that me and Matt had.

In my adult life I've only been in two fights, both oddly enough in the same bar in Des Moines that I frequented when I was 19 and doing a lot of drugs. The first one was with a friend of mine who was just way out of control (tequila does mean things to people). Don't even remember how that one started, just that at one point he was swinging at me and I was trying to talk him down ("you're drunk, man. Just chill out, I'll take ya home.") He ended up connecting with a good one though on my jaw and I sort of barrelled into him (tackled basically, though we didn't both do the football thing where we land crisply, we sort of both quickstepped backwards through tables and people and then landed on the nasty ass floor of the bar). He tried to get up and I got behind him and started choking him, talking ot him in his ear about how he needs to calm down etc etc. He finally gave up when he started turning purple and I let him go. He bought me a case of beer for that the next day, he felt so bad.

Same bar, some other guy, don't even know who he was. Sort of the same scenario really, except we both started swining at about the same time. After a few moments of that (I'm a small guy, he was giving a lot more than he was getting) I sort of said "fuck that" and shot for his knees. Took him down hard, he smacked his head on the little elevated thing that you rest your feet on when you're sitting at the bar, started getting REALLY fucking mad so I got behind him and did the same thing. This time though, he was clawing my eyes and banging his head against me and shit. So I put it on tighter and started telling him to cool it etc and he just kept fighting and sputtering. He tried to get to his feet a few times without much success. Finally his activity started to diminish but he kept saying shit about how he was going to kill me so I didn't let go. Then he went limp. Scared the holy shit out of me, I've never choked a guy unconscious before and my first impulse when all of a sudden the body in my arms went dead limp was "HOLY SHIT HE'S DEAD!" Immediatly let go and stood up with an "aw shit" look on my face, and three guys immediatly grabbed me and held me back like I was going to start kicking him while he was down or something. I kept saying "Holy shit, I'm sorry, is he okay?"

He was fine, his buddies got him to come to pretty fast, he was sort of dazed and they all just helped him out the door and I stayed and finished out the night, totally fucking edgy and creeped out. Gave me a wicked black eye and my shoulder and nose were in agony the next day, but mostly I just remember that really sick feeling in my stomach when the guy suddenly went limp (it's a really, really weird feeling, when you're holding a struggling guy and all of a sudden he just STOPS and becomes dead weight). *shudders*

In Des Moine I got in more than a few sketchy situations but I don't really have a temper to speak of, would get my ass kicked regularly if I did, I'm a little guy) and I talked my way out of most of them, save those two. Since Des Moines, haven't really been in many situations. If it looks like it's going that way, I'll just leave.

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I quite like talking about the fights that I've lost because they have more comic value than bullshitting about how many people I've laid the Rambo on,

Can anyone remember the movie called Gladiators with Brian Denehey in it? Well there was a scene where he tells one of his boxers in a bare-knuckle fight to headbutt the other guys hand. This was fresh in my mind on another of my fighting crusades, this gorilla of a man took it personally when I tried to escort him out of my club after an altercation with one of the other patrons. When we got outside and had enough room to "dance", I saw him wind up for a good 'un, because he was quite large, it looked like it came at a snails pace, which gave me enough time to bow my head down to headbutt his hand. Mistake!!!! The last thing I saw was a bone or two protruding from the top of his hand and then everything went dark real fast! He didn't knock me clean out but gave me enough of a concusion to cause me to loose my sight for the better part of 4 hours!

The moral of the story is DON'T try the shit you see on TV It doesn't fucking work!! I should have ducked the punch and floored the cunt at will after.

PS. Ta for the bitch point yew durty slapper

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I chased joey languett around the playground with my shoe when I was in the fourth grade.

I'm a hard core mother fucker.

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I used to get in a lot of fights as a kid, up until I took some martial arts classes and realised how easy it is to cause permanent injury, or be permanently injured yourself. I've not been in a fight since the age of 19, except to break them up.

The one fight story I tell is from what was my first real fight, aged 12 or 13. Sure, it's just kids stuff, but it makes for a good story all the same, and of course, I come out the hero.

I grew up in the 2nd to last house in the street on a peninsular. Across the street lived the only chinese kids in our neighborhood, we'd played cricket and lego and transformers and whatever since before I can remember.

One summer, a few kids came down our street with the intent