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re: What is the greatest bodily injury you have inflicted on another human being?
Posted on 3/19/15 at 12:12 am to mouton
Posted on 3/19/15 at 12:12 am to mouton
<<---not a bro. 
It was an old Al Mar folder that I got at Knife Alley in Fort worth.
My regular carry nowadays is a Kershaw Boa.
Also have an Al Mar Sere that I love.
It was an old Al Mar folder that I got at Knife Alley in Fort worth.
My regular carry nowadays is a Kershaw Boa.
Also have an Al Mar Sere that I love.
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Posted on 3/19/15 at 12:14 am to mouton
Downvoted someone
Posted on 3/19/15 at 12:21 am to Tunasntigers92
quote:
My friend unintentionally ripped someone's dick off.
How even?
Posted on 3/19/15 at 12:24 am to FlappingPierre
quote:
What is the greatest bodily injury you have inflicted on another human being?
quote:
I know some guy who received anal
Sooo, is this your coming out party?
Posted on 3/19/15 at 12:24 am to BowlJackson
quote:
My friend unintentionally ripped someone's dick off.
quote:Sneezed
How even?
Posted on 3/19/15 at 12:29 am to yurintroubl
And now we know the "Troubl" is real! 
Posted on 3/19/15 at 12:50 am to chinese58
Brick killed a guy.
Posted on 3/19/15 at 12:53 am to BowlJackson
I'll save the story for another time.
Posted on 3/19/15 at 12:53 am to mouton
Never hurt anyone
Posted on 3/19/15 at 1:04 am to mouton
In my football playing days, I broke a guys leg, another guys ankle, and another guys elbow. They were all freak injuries, though.
Posted on 3/19/15 at 1:06 am to mouton
Maybe a few broken jaws and other facial bones. I don't really know though, some parking lot battles got pretty scrappy and violent. There's another story with a tire iron and handgun that could have ended with me winning this thread if my own friends didn't tackle me, thank god they had cooler heads than me back in the day
This post was edited on 3/19/15 at 1:09 am
Posted on 3/19/15 at 1:10 am to mouton
Broke hearts
Posted on 3/19/15 at 1:49 am to Ed Osteen
I once stole a AK47 out of the bed of a truck along with other guns that were strategically placed for a brawl in tigerland when the bars closed. It was about 1:45am and I sat back and watched.
The dudes ran out of the bars, fights broke out everywhere and a couple black guys ran to the truck and was freaked out when their guns weren't there. I don't know if I saved a complete slaying or what. They had a fricking arsenal.
I sold the guns on the black market and traded one for a laptop fwiw.
It was an AK, a couple 308 rifles, a 22 pistol and a 380 pistol
The dudes ran out of the bars, fights broke out everywhere and a couple black guys ran to the truck and was freaked out when their guns weren't there. I don't know if I saved a complete slaying or what. They had a fricking arsenal.
I sold the guns on the black market and traded one for a laptop fwiw.
It was an AK, a couple 308 rifles, a 22 pistol and a 380 pistol
This post was edited on 3/19/15 at 1:53 am
Posted on 3/19/15 at 1:55 am to SuperSaint
quote:HOLY frickING shite
I once stole a AK47 out of the bed of a truck along with other guns that were strategically placed for a brawl in tigerland when the bars closed. It was about 1:45am and I sat back and watched. The dudes ran out of the bars, fights broke out everywhere and a couple black guys ran to the truck and was freaked out when their guns weren't there. I don't know if I saved a complete slaying or what. They had a fricking arsenal. I sold the guns on the black market and traded one for a laptop fwiw. It was an AK, a couple 308 rifles, a 22 pistol and a 380 pistol
Posted on 3/19/15 at 2:03 am to ReauxlTide222
Complete true story. It was around 03-04 I lived it Tiger Plaza the building right behind the Tiger Bar and the little car wash. There was a gate like 20 steps from my apartment to walk to the bars. The guys parked right there about 1am and I was out on my porch drinking a natty and they seemed up to no good and I thought I saw one pull a gun out of the inside of the truck and place it in the tool box in the back. It was wanker trash types. Well when they walked off I waited a few minutes and went open the tool box and found all the guns. I took them all....
Well walked to over to Tigerland about 1:30 to catch some friends and roomates living the bars when all hell broke loose. I watched the guys run straight to the truck (different guys that were driving it) and were pissed when the guns weren't there.
Ended up hooking up an alcoholic friend with the AK and ended up having to get it back from him because he would get drunk and we would find him naked in his room holding it and stupid shite like that.
Well walked to over to Tigerland about 1:30 to catch some friends and roomates living the bars when all hell broke loose. I watched the guys run straight to the truck (different guys that were driving it) and were pissed when the guns weren't there.
Ended up hooking up an alcoholic friend with the AK and ended up having to get it back from him because he would get drunk and we would find him naked in his room holding it and stupid shite like that.
Posted on 3/19/15 at 2:06 am to mouton
Broke my best friend's knee in 10th grade playing football.
Posted on 3/19/15 at 2:11 am to SuperSaint
Good lord
You're an animal bro Probably did save some lives. That takes some balls my man.
You're an animal bro
Probably did save some lives. That takes some balls my man.Posted on 3/19/15 at 2:11 am to mouton
It was my freshman year of high school in an all boys school in Memphis. We had a limited time between classes to get our books so it was pretty common for most people to carry around half a days worth of books from class to class.
One day after lunch somebody decided that it would be funny to knock the books out of my hands. This wasn't uncommon...it's just one of those things you dealt with. Unfortunately for this guy I didn't react very well. He had two guys grab each of my arms so that they can pull them apart while he knocked the books out of my hands. I knew what was coming and I acted instinctively. While this kid was jumping around in front of me trying to not the books on my hand I simply kicked out.
The bad part is I was wearing loafers as you doing to school like this. And then I connected in 1 million to one shot. The kid went down on the ground screaming. Seriously, this guy was screaming. It was so fake sounding that everybody was laughing. The worst part is that this kid was barely over 4 feet tall. People gave him the nickname Smurf. I even heard somebody walk up and say, "alright, alright...Who kicked Smurf in the balls?"
Then somebody lifted his head and I saw a real tears streaming down his face. Then some other people lifted him up and I saw blood covering the front of his pants. At that point I knew this shite was serious.
Here's the rest of the story quickly. Somehow the way I kicked him did some insane damage. This next sentence is not for the weak. I don't know how to say this delicately so I'll just say it: his pee hole split apart. You didn't miss read that: his pee hole split apart.
This kid missed almost 2 weeks of school recovering from his injury. I was able to reach out to him on the phone to say I'm sorry and just to touch base and see how things are going. If you remember your freshman year high school that was a time when things started to grow on their own. It could be a thought of a beautiful girl or stiff wind but things tend to change rather quickly. Because it was a unique injury this presented a huge problem. He actually was given some kind of smelling salts to take in cases this happened or else risk splitting the stitches which would lead to much more fun.
After two weeks he actually came back to school and everything seemed okay. For the first period. All it took was for one walk from first class to the second class on the other side of the school before he was in, let's say, extreme discomfort...and he was out for another week.
Fun part is the kid turned into a real douche and never really grew. Next couple of years I routinely got asked to kick Smurf in the balls again.
One day after lunch somebody decided that it would be funny to knock the books out of my hands. This wasn't uncommon...it's just one of those things you dealt with. Unfortunately for this guy I didn't react very well. He had two guys grab each of my arms so that they can pull them apart while he knocked the books out of my hands. I knew what was coming and I acted instinctively. While this kid was jumping around in front of me trying to not the books on my hand I simply kicked out.
The bad part is I was wearing loafers as you doing to school like this. And then I connected in 1 million to one shot. The kid went down on the ground screaming. Seriously, this guy was screaming. It was so fake sounding that everybody was laughing. The worst part is that this kid was barely over 4 feet tall. People gave him the nickname Smurf. I even heard somebody walk up and say, "alright, alright...Who kicked Smurf in the balls?"
Then somebody lifted his head and I saw a real tears streaming down his face. Then some other people lifted him up and I saw blood covering the front of his pants. At that point I knew this shite was serious.
Here's the rest of the story quickly. Somehow the way I kicked him did some insane damage. This next sentence is not for the weak. I don't know how to say this delicately so I'll just say it: his pee hole split apart. You didn't miss read that: his pee hole split apart.
This kid missed almost 2 weeks of school recovering from his injury. I was able to reach out to him on the phone to say I'm sorry and just to touch base and see how things are going. If you remember your freshman year high school that was a time when things started to grow on their own. It could be a thought of a beautiful girl or stiff wind but things tend to change rather quickly. Because it was a unique injury this presented a huge problem. He actually was given some kind of smelling salts to take in cases this happened or else risk splitting the stitches which would lead to much more fun.
After two weeks he actually came back to school and everything seemed okay. For the first period. All it took was for one walk from first class to the second class on the other side of the school before he was in, let's say, extreme discomfort...and he was out for another week.
Fun part is the kid turned into a real douche and never really grew. Next couple of years I routinely got asked to kick Smurf in the balls again.
Posted on 3/19/15 at 2:16 am to ReauxlTide222
Yeah sometimes I wonder what would have happened if the guys would have started spraying a 20 on 20 brawl with like 50 spectators... fricking crazy to think about. I didn't realize the magnitude at the time when I took the guns but about 2:30am sitting back in my apartment opening another beer I was freaked the frick out.
I remember once right in front of the door of freds I almost got shot with a pistol. The bullet actually bounced off the concrete about a yard in front of me. I do think someone else may have got shot that night as well right then. But that's a far cry from what I think these guys were planning.
Posted on 3/19/15 at 2:23 am to mouton
In little league after our playoff game my team and I had a water balloon fight while the next game was being played. Well I told everyone "time out" and went to watch the game that was going on. Well as I was watching my teammate came up and nailed me with a baloon and I snapped. I grabbed him and started smashing his head over and over into the backstop and his head busted open and he went limp but I kept bashing, this was in front of the all of the parents of both of the teams from our game and 2 other teams parents and some dads had to pull me off....I was only 11. Oops! My parents kinda freaked over that one but it was in the 80s, I HAD called "time out" and the kid lived so frick him....he started it.
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