Ever just flip the F out?

I went ballistic one time after missing a 2 footer to close a match.

WHY THE frick DO YOU WANT TO KNOW OR EVEN CARE, a-hole?????

I watched as a fat frick pizza hut gal employee dropped my pizza on the ground and tried to put it in the box after because she thought no one was looking.

I don't think I've ever lost it that much in my life.

Accidentally downvoted!

When I was a Senior in high school a guy pretending to be a game and wildlife ranger pulled a gun on my little brother who was a Sophomore while we were at a party out on a country road.

My brother and I weren't particularly close, but as soon as I saw that gun in his face I went into a rage. How that guy didn't shoot me as I verbally and physically assaulted him is still something I ponder about regularly.

Haha ya frickin psycho loser

I had been dealing with extended out-of-State family after my father died. They had sued my mother, things got ugly. Dad was big on trusting family, didn’t believe that you needed a written contract amungst family. Well, after he died several said members decided they could frick my mother over by lying and basically saying “prove it.” This went on for a couple of years, everyone was out a lot of money. These people are also the biggest morons on the planet when it comes to operating a business - their stupidity cost everyone involved six-figures.

At one point they decided they could bully my sick mother and they couldn’t me. So they directed all of their rude, hateful emails and phone calls towards mom. She thought I was already under too much stress with other shite so she tried to hide how much she was being hurt. Anyway, while at my mom’s I overheard one of the curt/snide voicemails one of these bitches had left my mom.

So I decided to immediately return the bitches call (within 15 seconds). I had intended to just have a civil conversation and ask her to simply direct all future correspondence to me. And she did that bullshite thing where you can tell they’ve sent you to voicemail. Well...

That set me off. With my mother in the room I yelled at this bitch and said things I wouldn’t say in front of my friends at bar. My mother was stunned; she’d never seen me like that before. I was seeing red.

So I slammed down the phone and took a few deep breaths. Remember this was just a voicemail I left this bitch. I said nothing directly threatening, nothing even close to a threat. And this bitch lives three states over, I’ve never even been to her house.

A couple of weeks later I got a call from a local sheriff’s deputy - this bitch’s cuck of a husband had been hounding my local sheriff’s office wanting to press charges. The deputy told me that he completely understood that I meant no threat and that I was just blowing off steam, but he just wanted to call me so he could tell them when they called back that he had talked with me. He said they normally they’d just ignore it but the guy had made several calls.

Then a couple of weeks later I get a letter from this bitch’s attorney saying that they would see to it that charges were filled if I ever left another message like that. I just laughed and threw it away - like a civil attorney from another state can force anything here.

All in all, it was worth it. Not a single one of those assholes have said a word to me, nor said anything rude to my mother since.

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I got in the car and yelled fuuuuuuuuck for about 15 seconds while punching the roof over and over. Rinse and repeat for the 10 minutes. I just get angry sometimes,ya know?

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I have kids too.

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hat's some good big bro'ing. He probably still thinks about that sometimes.

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When it was over I told him and a few of his friends to get in my car because everyone was getting the hell out of there.

Once the adrenaline wore off I could barely hold the steering wheel and had to pull over.

It's been almost 20 years since it happened and we still don't have that great of a relationship, but he did mention it the last time I saw him person over 2 years ago (I live 2,300 miles away).