re: What is the maddest you have ever gotten?

My anger is usually brief, uncontrollable and explosive, which is the reason I don't carry a gun. People would die.

But the memory that still makes my blood boil was an event that took place in my uncle's gas station when I was ten years old. In the store was my uncle, my dad, me, and my uncle's drunk friend. Well, my uncle's drunk friend started to pick on me, calling me a pussy, several times. I'm a kid, so didn't know what was going on. I wasn't saying or doing anything. I just walked in and was waiting for my dad.

I thought I was missing out on a joke or something. But the a-hole persisted and laughed at me. At this point I look at my uncle and my dad, expecting some help. But they were just standing there, with uncomfortable smiles on their faces, letting him talk to me like that. And that is what bothers me to this day. That my uncle and my dad did nothing. I would love to have a second go at that guy today, although I'm pretty sure he's dead. Some people are lower than dirt, and he was one of them. frick him.

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My cousins folded me up in a couch bed, shoved me/it down into the couch, put the cushions on it, sat on me/it and played Nintendo. For like 2 minutes. Felt like an hour. I totally lost my wits in a claustrophobic, couldn't breath, couldn't move blind rage of helpless panic . When they finally released me I came flying out of there and unleashed some Roadhouse Bruce Lee Norris Tyson shite on all three of them and left them in a bloody heap.

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I have nightmares about stuff like this because a similar situation happened to me as well.

I was maybe 9 or 10 years old and at this kid named Taylor's house, who was one of the bigger and fatter kids in our class. We were playing WWE wrestling as 9/10 year olds would do and then they picked me up and threw me onto a couch, and put the cushions over me and him and another kid sat on them and started playing some WWE N64 game. I couldn't breathe and thought I was going to die, lasted a good 10 minutes. They thought it was funny and I walked home after that in the middle of the night.

There was one time when I had gone to an appointment for a series of skull X-rays. When I was finally finished it was dark and raining pretty hard. Well, of course, on the way home I got a flat tire. I had to pull over on the shoulder and get out in that shitty weather to put on the spare. So, I was soaking wet as I tried to loosen the lugs on the flat when the wrench slips and I smash my hand against the concrete. A burst of pain ran through me as I threw back my head and yelled as loudly as I ever had. Well, at that point I don't recall anything. I must have blacked out because I awoke at some point later in a field with no shirt or shoes on and my jeans nearly ripped to shreds.

A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti.

Alabama vs Arkansas 2006.

DON'T SEND THE frickING KICKER BACK OUT THERE SHULA! GOD frickING DAMNIT!

A neighbor commented about a huge pile of dirt in my driveway and kids toys in the yard being a violation of the covenant. Didn't sit well with me. Especially considering I was saving it for a neighbor who was building his house across the street and I'd used all a I needed. So it stayed awhile...about a year. Had to have it mowed and shite. Neighbor kids loved it. Was about 40-50 yrds of dirt. They called it Mt. Smackover. I eventually gave it to my friend and he spread it in his yard, but I have since added to my yard collection. I've hauled a 1974 airstream in as a project. I kinda have my guys mow around it. I got the inside nice. I'll hang out and drink beer and shite but the outside looks like shite. Have a few golf carts out there. One or two run sometimes. Bout eight vehicles scattered. My newest edition is a 2001 Grand Marquis I got running enough to park in in the back of my yard on the property line with my concerned neighbor. A random pirogue. But of other shite. A shitty, torn up golf net. A broken down, fricked up basketball goal. Pretty much looks like shite. And every time he asks when I may clean it up, I buy more shite to park in it. I've been accumulating for about8-9 years now.

But I wasn't really mad, just irritated. When I get mad, I really frick shite up and act a donkey.

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A neighbor commented about a huge pile of dirt in my driveway and kids toys in the yard being a violation of the covenant. Didn't sit well with me. Especially considering I was saving it for a neighbor who was building his house across the street and I'd used all a I needed. So it stayed awhile...about a year. Had to have it mowed and shite. Neighbor kids loved it. Was about 40-50 yrds of dirt. They called it Mt. Smackover. I eventually gave it to my friend and he spread it in his yard, but I have since added to my yard collection. I've hauled a 1974 airstream in as a project. I kinda have my guys mow around it. I got the inside nice. I'll hang out and drink beer and shite but the outside looks like shite. Have a few golf carts out there. One or two run sometimes. Bout eight vehicles scattered. My newest edition is a 2001 Grand Marquis I got running enough to park in in the back of my yard on the property line with my concerned neighbor. A random pirogue. But of other shite. A shitty, torn up golf net. A broken down, fricked up basketball goal. Pretty much looks like shite. And every time he asks when I may clean it up, I buy more shite to park in it. I've been accumulating for about8-9 years now.

But I wasn't really mad, just irritated. When I get mad, I really frick shite up and act a donkey.

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...dude...

I agree. That 2011 saints 49ers game got me just about as mad as I've ever gotten

This post might be the greatest thing I've read in a while