re: How many good, old-fashioned fist-fights have you been in?

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how many beers have you poured on someones head

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Once. I even made a perfect beer head on it.

Well done

One. Wasn't good. Full of pride and peer pressure from my half to whole year older drunk friends who were pretty much out for their own amusement saying I needed to settle some shite talk score with me on behalf of our click. I got winded as an overweight teenager and got my face beat on pretty good. Cops got called out to the neighborhood by some complaining neighbors and we all scattered one of us getting pulled over. Good times

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how many beers have you poured on someones head

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zero - why waste a good beer when you can just punch them?

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Very Legendary

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Ha....sure....I got roughed up by some dudes wearing polka dot pajamas.

I’ve been in a few myself and I didn’t start any of them

You said "good old fashioned fist fights" so I'm assuming you don't mean middle school dust-ups on the PE field. So...

Three. Sort of. The first was less of a fight and more of me just getting the shite beat out of me by a group of guys when I was 16. I won't go into detail on that one because I was a frickup back then and the story doesn't cast me in any better light than them.

The second was me and two army buddies vs three other army guys, who dared to call us newbs, because their cycle was a couple weeks ahead of ours, after we ran across them drinking beer in the woods behind the Class Six (military liquor store), while we were also drinking beer in the woods behind the Class Six, while on pass from basic training. Someone threw a punch (it was me ). We won this fight handily although one of their guys was hospitalized and ultimately discharged due to his injuries. I regret this fight more than any other, although no one did anything particularly malicious or intended to cause lasting harm. Fights rapidly become more dangerous and damaging than you intend as you grow into adulthood.

The third and final time was a bar fight when I was 23. My friend and I sat down at a table with some girls in the patio area and were talking to them when three guys came over and told us that we were in their seats as they had only left to get drinks from the bar. This naturally led to words being exchanged and someone threw a punch(it was me ). I was actually getting my arse beat pretty good by one of the dudes but the ace up my sleeve was my friend, my LT, a former enlisted Ranger and Special Forces guy who went to OCS, and is one of the most insane guys I've ever known (he once received an article 15 for shoving a guys head into the ball return at the on-post bowling alley). One of those tall lanky country boys that's way stronger, smarter, and meaner than he looks.

He apparently handled all three of them, one of whom, he threw over the six foot wall surrounding the patio, onto the bed of cactuses (cacti?) on the other side. But I don't remember because I was busy laying around and bleeding from several parts of my face. In fact,I don't remember much after the first few seconds, which is good because I'm pretty sure I put on an embarrassing performance. Still counting it as a win though. Thanks LT Tucker.

eta- and just remembered we left with those girls. It turns out they were nurses or army medics or something and my memory doesn't return until I come to on an apartment balcony with my head in a girls lap while she's cleaning my face and dressing my cuts. And then Tucker said something a little too loudly and one of the other girls told him to quiet down before we wake up her husband. So we booked it. All for naught in the end.



Nothing since then, 21 years now.

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Outside of the Marine Corps? One or two over some stupid shite.

While in the Marine Corps? I know it happened, I'm pretty sure boot brawls are a part of normal hazing, but I have no count because the drinking nature of the barracks is real.

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Ha! No idea either, while in the Corps. Some I remember vividly, others,…not so much. Seems like there were more weekends with a bar brawl than without. We would swoop up to Philly or Scranton most weekends (based out of Lejeune). LOL…fights at the bars didn’t find us, we found them. Such good times! Growing up in the 80s and 90s, and going to Louisiana public schools, I lost count of the overall number of fights before I made it to middle school. It was just a part of life. Looking back, my formative years kinda sucked. If nothing else, public school back then toughened you up.

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All these baws claiming all these fights and I haven’t seen one person talking about getting their arse whipped

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If you've been in numerous fights, you know what it's like to get your arse kicked. I never got a black eye, but I have had my jaw wired shut, been knocked out cold, etc. I've fought against 20 people, 3 people, twice my size, I didn't care. If you were looking to fight with me, it didn't matter if you had 50 people with you, I'm game. I've won more than I lost.

My brother started shite in a bar years ago and told me he had to go. The entire bar wanted to beat his arse. I told him I got it he could leave.

40 people standing outside wanting to beat my arse for no reason and calling me names. I told them I would fight every one of them one at a time. I picked the biggest one first.

He picked me up threw me onto the hood of a car and started punching me. When he was done I asked if that was all he had. He did it again and I called him a pussy. He came put me back on the hood of the car and when he picked up his fist I stuck my thumb in his eye socket so deep I tried to touch the back of his skull. Never heard a grown man scream that much in my life.

I hit him twice and he ran away holding his eye. I asked who was next abd nobody wanted to fight. That was over.

Knocked out, that was me and my 3 brothers against 30 guys. We got the shite kicked out of us on NYE years ago.


Broken jaw, me against 3 guys. One kicked me and broke it. I stood up ready to fight some more and they took off running.


I would walk away from a fight today but don't put me in a corner and force me. I don't fight fair because I'm not a big guy. If someone is stupid enough to give me the first punch, they won't be throwing anymore after I'm done. I'm too old for that shite now.