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Fight! (pg. 3)
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| Dj O'Callaghan |
| I've had quite a few scraps in my time last one was in November when I was on my own innocently walking to the cash point, and some drunken and his missus tried to have a go at me, so I try being diplomatic it doe's all, he decides its wise to take a swing at me, so so I twat this bloke so he falls on to his knees i get a little run up and twat him again, and he's down only problem is I seriously smacked his teeth the second time and cut my knuckles really badly, then his missus the gobby bitch still rants on and on and on so I just tell her to ' off' and go off down the road to another cash point. I've also been caught up in a scuffle in club in my town once, cos my mate said something cos some girl had a go at him that was it she's straight in there tells her boyfriend and next minute 5 of us are surrounded by around 10 to 15 lads I turned to look on at these lads, and in the corner of my eye the boyfriend of this girl runs in with a bottle so I twat this ing hard and kick his in the face while his down, another couple charge foward I get hit once or twice I hit another dude back then the doormen notice and next thing we know we're eating the floor outside, and they get kept in the club typical. Also I've been caught up in a ruckcus outside another club in town that was mass out gangwarfare which started cos of of mate of mine starting getting off with a girl of someones, next minute punchs r being throwed outside, there was around 11 of us, a couple of more crowds outside think that its funny to join in, I smacked a lot of people but got my nose broken, once the doormen say the cops have been called I'm out of there. But I hate fighting I avoid it at all costs, i've won fights and been battered myself before and really most of them where over ing trival little things, and really it dosn't solve ing anything, one of my uncles mates went to jail cos he smacked a guy in an average staurday night streetfight and the poor dude he hit fell and smacked his head on some steps and that guy is lying in a graveyeard somewhere, and my uncles mate got put away for manslaughter, so thats one reason I avoid fighting. |
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| dj alonzo |
| quote: | Originally posted by cdn_trance_boy
What is it with the sticks and stones ?
Crazy thats not a fight it's a war.......:eyes: :whip: :whip: :whip: |
Yeah, I know.. but they started the with the sticks and stones...
I try to avoid fights, but i couldn't this time. |
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| Renegade |
Speaking of wars.....
Back in grade three at my primary school, there was a sort of (violent) game that the boys used to play every lunch-time. There were two different teams, and the aim was to pull weeds out of the ground (believe me, there were plenty at our school), making sure that a huge clump of dirt remained at the bottom, being held in place by the tangle of roots. Once you'd found a suitable weed, you'd run around until you found someone from the opposite team, swing this weed around like a mad man and then twat them in the face with the dirt clump (or, if you were one of the pansies, you could just launch them out from behind bushes insead). I guess it was kinda like Mario 2, but instead of pulling turnips out of the ground to destroy the enemies with, we used these bloody weeds.
I still don't know how it started. I mean, you could deck someone during lunch-time in this game, and then still be friends with them in class once lunch-time had finished. It was seriously wierd.
Thanks guys, I'd forgotten about all this until I started reading this thread. It was a seriously cool game actually, especially with all the other stuff that went on like invading the other teams bases (where they had -loads of these weeds stored) and scaring members of the other team onto your team by ganging up on them and scaring the living out them with threats of being pelted with dozens of these weeds.
I mean, it only lasted a couple of weeks at the most before all the teachers caught on, and little bit by little bit the boys started getting caught and being put on lunch-time detention. When they realised the size of it, they had to call an assembly just for the grade threes to sort this stuff out. I think about half the boys in the year level were on lunch-time detention by this stage.
But man those were the days. Such memories. :) |
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| cdn_trance_boy |
I love it your getting all nostolgic about getting beat down with plant life....lol..
:D :D :D :D
It's funny how like that make's us smile
Here pretend little red had a weed and is hitting you :whip:
memory lane ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh :D |
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| StereoPrincess |
dj alonzo, that is pretty funny . your story was sooo confusing. that weeds thing too, hilari-ASS!!!
i have never fought, but tomorrow is another day. |
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| Raekwon The Che |
| i saw a gang of vietnamese people with machetes fight some koreans also with machetes, no cool at all, im not sure anyone was really hurt but it got to the point that one side chickened out when people were gettin slashed, crazy |
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| Ur Dream Grl |
| quote: | Originally posted by Paul Wilson
I remember when I was at school I once kicked the out somebody for throwing a snowball at me! |
NOTE TO SELF:
Never visit Paul Wilson.. during winter season... hehehhehe
j/k
xoxo Ur Dream Grl |
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| ftnb |
| blah fighting sux, i dont like to fight....but if i have to i well of course, thats a given, but i havnt been in any real big fights mainly because i have alot of older and big big friends and because im pretty cut myself...and everybody that know's me knows im into boxing so... that generaly speaks for itself, unless of course he could box better than i could:) |
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| apri_peel |
i never really fought physically, did verbally a few times tho
anyways, i remember when i was in grade 8 i went out with this guy for like a week or something hehe, and then i broke up with him, so he got mad at me and he always bad mouthed me and my friends with his friends, so one day we saw them in the hallway and i got really mad at my ex, so i punched him, and he did nothing, he just got really angry and went red, he called me a bitch tho and walked away lol. and a few days later, i was arguing with his best friend (another moron) and i almost smashed him with a chair, but then our teacher came in and she started yelling at us for fighting
and thats my story :toothless |
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| Slylee |
| quote: | Originally posted by apri_peel
i never really fought physically, did verbally a few times tho
anyways, i remember when i was in grade 8 i went out with this guy for like a week or something hehe, and then i broke up with him, so he got mad at me and he always bad mouthed me and my friends with his friends, so one day we saw them in the hallway and i got really mad at my ex, so i punched him, and he did nothing, he just got really angry and went red, he called me a bitch tho and walked away lol. and a few days later, i was arguing with his best friend (another moron) and i almost smashed him with a chair, but then our teacher came in and she started yelling at us for fighting
and thats my story :toothless |
hahaha, i guess beating the out of bf's counts. i got cheated on by my first love of almost two years in high school. well i went away for a summer and came back to find out he's screwed like all these girls all summer and some of the girls were supposed to be my FRIENDS! anyway, so i found out at like 10 pm on a school night by a guy friend of mine that actually was AT the party where he'd (my ex) had sex with one of the chicks so he like KNEW for a fact that he was screwin around. needless to say, i stormed out of the house and my dad was like, "where do u think ur going?" and i was just like, "dad that ING cheated on me!!!!" and he was like, "well then go KICK HIS DAMN ASS!!" lol so i raced over there and called him from my cell like right before i got there and i was like, "get ur ing ass outside NOW!" hahaha (i was uhhh, REALLY mad) and as he walks outside i'm walking up to his door and i just decked him across the face and started hitting him and screaming crying...it was bad. neighbors were comin out and everything. he was trying to like hold me down. i eventually calmed down, but not before giving him a bloody lip and a bruised cheek bone:) he ended up crying like a baby and apologizing...i didn't really fight any of the girls that he cheated on me with cuz i found out that he had told them all that we had broken up for the summer so i was just like whatever...everyone knew what was going on and they were on my side so all those girls were like being harrassed by my friends without me even telling them to. damn man, i hate reliving that part of my life...that really ed me up for a while...i am like a really untrusting person cuz of him. i don't trust anyone any more. |
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| Paul Wilson |
| quote: | Originally posted by Ur Dream Grl
NOTE TO SELF:
Never visit Paul Wilson.. during winter season... hehehhehe
j/k
xoxo Ur Dream Grl |
I think I'll be a little more specific over this. The time was December 1995, when I was aged 14. I was walking out of school in to the bus stop where I get the bus home to the village I live in (Ecclefechan near Lockerbie). I was with two of my friends and this little prick who always tries to be "funny" but failed. He picked up a snowball and I said to him "That better not come anywhere near me!", and guess what he did? He threw it at me! I just blew up and took him by the neck and said "what did I just ing tell you?" and he said to me " you!". I repeated " you?" and gave a punch in the face, he punched me back and then I grabbed him and threw him over the wall of a front garden. He got back up and tried to go for me again but I got him on a headlock and decked him. When he was down I repeatedly punched him till my friends pulled me away. The next Monday at school he came in with black eye and I was unmarked. He was nearly as tall me, but I was stronger! I regret doing stupid things like that, I try to avoid getting in fights, it dsoesn't solve anything and even if I win, I still feel pissed off for getting into it in the first place! I haven't been in any fights for ages now, thankfully! |
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| dj alonzo |
When i was in the 7th grade we had a game that goes like this:
There's a little circle in the middle of a grass field, one kid called the "kadawa" nedded to get in the circle and when he got out he could only stand on one leg... he needed to jump on one leg and catch another kid (who was on two legs), if he catched someone then all the other kids hits this kid and he needs to get into the circle, when he is in the circle they can not hit him... if the kadawa walked out of the circle and standed on 2 legs the other kids hit him and he needs to go back in the circle... and if you accidently walked into the circle or you got catched you're the new kadawa.. you can also get in the circle on purpose and catxh some other kid.. the all of the other kids (including you) hits him... the crazy thing is, it's just a game.. and after the lunch brake you could be best friend with someone you kicked the out of 5 minutes ago... |
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