re: Post the location and the result of your most recent physical altercation

This past Saturday night at a road house bar featuring midget wrestling. It was not a midget altercation

Location: apartment living room, Campus Crossing Brightside, Oct 22, 2009.

Combatants: Me and one of my college best friends/roommates.

Reason: drunken argument over who had actually called "shotgun" on the way home from The Bulldog, which escalated into a brawl.

Result: I gained the advantage, but overall I would say it was a draw. Injuries included bruising and severe headache.

Within 24 hours we were buddies again, laughing about the incident, and spent most of the tailgate for the Auburn game talking about how we wanted to start a fight club.

ETA: actually, it was probably in the wee hours of Oct 23, 2009.

3rd grade, I accidentally almost made a kid fall off of the jungle gym, kid pushes me to the ground, I stand up and punch him in the jaw, he runs away and cries, but never told a teacher.


1-0, undefeated

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It was shorter than the Mike Tyson vs Marvis Frazier fight

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kid to mom: mom, what's an orgasm?

mom: I don't know, go ask your father

2005. i broke his nose and then his brother stabbed me. so, unlike a 2-loss rioting leftist pussy like yourself, i'm undefeated.

nowadays i don't fight. i'm a grown man. you put me in a headlock and you catching a clip fulla hollow tip.

you should be very careful acting like a tough guy.

Uh, 6th grade. Teacher left the room, and the class bully was being an a-hole, so I pinned him to the wall with one arm, and gave him as much of an earful as a 6th grader can.

Dude was small, it wasn't a superhuman feat. Funny enough, he turned into a normal guy after 7th grade.

We live in a society. Where are you going that you get into so many fights? I guess that's one advantage to being a bigger fella... not many people show their arse to me, and if they do, we cool it off. Have literally never had to come to blows with anyone that wasn't my brother.

junior at kentucky.

bar

I had cut Latin American history as did the fullback of UK.

we were finishing our 2nd beer on a beautiful spring day.

a 6 4 bully regular came in and needed to start shite.
I stood up out of the booth and blocked his right and got a short right into his face and jumped up and dragged him into a headlock and whaled on him with short rights until mgmt broke it up.

saw him two days later with black eye. fool threatened me.
I went home.

About 30 years ago, in the parking lot of the Southern Comfort Bar on Fla. Blvd. right before the Livingston parish line. Got into a tiff with a young punk inside the bar for bumping into him going to the bar. Bouncers threw his arse out but the fricker waited in the parking lot for me to leave. When I left the punk and one of his friends came flying up in a POS Toyota car of some type and jumped out to get in my face. I will take shite inside a bar because I didn't want any trouble in a bar where I was a regular. Outside, in the parking lot, is a different matter. I ended up punching the punk and knocking him down and then rolling around in the gravel with the friend. The bouncers came out yelling at me to let them up. the bouncers then realized that it was the two punks against me. They told them to get in their car and get the frick off of their property and that they were calling the cops. I stuck around for a bit to make sure the idiots wouldn't try to follow me home or start some shite on the road. I finally left and went home. I won the fight but it took several days for me to recover from it. I realized then that I was getting too old for that shite and that was the last time I got into a physical altercation. Now I just go about my business while carrying a firearm. I won't fight you now, but if you attack me I will shoot your arse. Never needed it because I learned to avoid places where a fight is likely.

Ex Wife’s Cousins house .(Who was also my best friend) around 2008. Some of his wife’s younger brother’s friends we’re over and one of them sucker punched my brother (who was extremely drunk and cannot fight) , took him to the ground and started choking him. After I started beating the shite out of the guy, three of his buddies jumped in. Ex wife grabbed a shotgun from inside and they scattered like cockroaches........worst part is a couple of days earlier at work I had made the comment that I was 32 years old, had outgrown that shite and would never get into another fight.

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saturday

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People check my knuckles and know better.

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Hammertime alter?