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how many of you brah's ever got into a street fight?
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Brah?
Seriously?
You're not joking?
Seriously?
You're not joking?
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Street fights are not cool brah.
Real men know how to handle a situation without messin' up.
Real men know how to handle a situation without messin' up.
It's unanimous, the op is a bullshitter waiting to amaze us with stories that would seem corny in a comic booklets hear your best street fight ones , the ones where you took on 7 guys and you left them on the floor and everyone chanted your name. wtf...........
my sophmore year i moved to a new high school and this girl n her bf were walking down the hall and he looked at me n said to his gf. "wow, she's got big tits".
she, of course, hated my guts after that. especially after i stole the crass little bastard who was really a sweet guy but annnyway.
about a year later on the main street of my home town, which i had moved back to,
* insert famous sound indicating impending gunfight here*
i was walking one way n she the other n she decided to grab me, roughly, pulling my cute little black tank top with the big white playboy bunny right off and winning me the favor of the crowd which was about 20 odd high school kids hanging out in front of the local bowling alley, 19 of which were males, for you see...
i was not wearing a brah
luckily i had a sweatshirt tied around my waist which i pulled on as if in slow motion while everyone else remained frozen. 42 eyes were riveted to well, yes i do have big tits...
then i beat the piss out of her.
two schoolmates of mine, grinning like fools, kindly escorted me away from the scene while her friend helped her up.
my first n only actual fight and funnily enough, involving a brah or lack thereof
she, of course, hated my guts after that. especially after i stole the crass little bastard who was really a sweet guy but annnyway.
about a year later on the main street of my home town, which i had moved back to,
* insert famous sound indicating impending gunfight here*
i was walking one way n she the other n she decided to grab me, roughly, pulling my cute little black tank top with the big white playboy bunny right off and winning me the favor of the crowd which was about 20 odd high school kids hanging out in front of the local bowling alley, 19 of which were males, for you see...
i was not wearing a brah
luckily i had a sweatshirt tied around my waist which i pulled on as if in slow motion while everyone else remained frozen. 42 eyes were riveted to well, yes i do have big tits...
then i beat the piss out of her.
two schoolmates of mine, grinning like fools, kindly escorted me away from the scene while her friend helped her up.
my first n only actual fight and funnily enough, involving a brah or lack thereof
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jk you little LW.
Jjust chiming in...this is a really fucking retarded post. 7 posts in and already the OP is showing how big of an asshole he is. Go watch Rocky 5 again.
Brah.
Brah.
seriously, i hate guys that fight. a real man avoids a fight unless someone physically attacks them and makes it clear you're not getting out of here safely till you kick my ass. that girl was a trashy piece of shit. no woman should behave like that. the same thing kinda happened to Tesla once a girl was following her hell bent on a fight. Tesla walked away and walked away until the girl jumped on her at that point though Tesla scared her for life. strength of character is walking away and it doesn't mean you can't defend yourself if you HAVE to.
Ya know LW, I say a lot of shit on this board as you know. But I wont begin to mess with people unless they deserve it. After that, all bets are off.
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Come on now, some people deserve an ass whoop'en. I have never punched an innocent person, but I enjoyed punching everyone I have ever fought with. I don't know what that says about me.
she wanted to beat me up for a long time. i was really scared of her. once the fight happened the two clearest things i remember are it's really hard to punch a moving target and wow it didn't hurt when she hit me... adrenaline maybe? it was more of a grappling match with us on the ground. i got my legs around her waist and squeezed till she was having a hard time catching her breath then got on top of her, grabbed her hair and beat her head into the ground i forget how many times... her friend took her to the hospital. the cops questioned me but she started it n it was 1978, they pretty much said she got what she was looking for. 19 grinning witnesses didn't hurt.
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You do it on a mat, but street fighting is gay?
Also, Mr. Gay, you said that you had "done on a matt".
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Only kine haolie who says brah are local boy wannabe's like Dog the Booty Sniffer...
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Growing up in Hickville, Alabama, we fought a lot. I'm not proud of it, but I would be lying if I said I didn't look back on some of those moments with fond memories. There is something intensely satisfying about smashing the nose of someone who has gotten on your nerves for a long time. I rank it up there with getting a nut.
It says if we ever hang out Im buying you a beer. thats how you should be
i admit it i dont like to fight and have only got into about 5 since my childhood, none as a adult i will walk away to a point.i dont care if you call me asshole while your driving and shit like that. the time i will rip you like a ragdoll is if someone trys to hurt my wife or my son or dog, then i lose my mind. iam not a badass and i know there are badder asses than me but i can be one crazy white boy. but like LW said anything else i let it roll off my shoulder. ive been called all kinds a names lately but it dont bother me i have a family to think of, if iam in jail whos going to help my wife and my dog and son. so i just try to be as nice as possible. not only that, i dont want to hurt the sport i love with all my being bbing. i dont want to give a bad name to hurt the sport in anyway. brah!!!
Guys and girls are completely different in this. In many ways guys still go back to the caveman mentality. There needs to be a pecking order that can only be determined through fighting. at least while guys are growing up. most guys will tell you their closest friends as kids started out in a fight. just how it is. My dad called it testosterone poisoning. when guys get past 21 or so fighting goes down a lot in my experience. unless women and often times alcohol are involved
I got a street fighting story where I knocked a guy on his ass without touching him....
I was at a concert and some wastoid who couldn't handle the 3 foot margaritas decided I was in his way so he pushed me making me spill half my beer, now I don't normally care about shit like that but at 6 dollars for piss water you had to stand in line for feelings tend to get hurt, so I said "What the fuck! Excuse you shitbag!", he turns around, glancing through the faces trying to remember who he pushed, that's how out of it he was when he see's me glaring at him as I switch hands to shake the spilled beer off of my right and also to free it up if I need to use it. At this point the little me-devil has dropped onto my right shoulder and pulled the fist strings making my fingers bend in tight tucking the nails deep like I learned in Jeet Kune Do class, but the little Shaolin Monk who long ago displaced my angel is spreading open my left ear hole and yelling don't do it or you'll probably miss the concert....I had to agree with the monk, Rage Against the Machine had a new album coming and were supposed to do some new stuff that night, no way was I missing that. So I just raised my fisted hand and extended a finger and told him to watch where he's going. Well this guy was at that point where he was going to be in the right no matter what so he just lunges forward, well more like stumbled as his meaty fist dragged him along, I side stepped with a slight lean and he trips on his own foot and does a face plant into the grog of spilled beer, tobacco spit, loogies and who knows what else. He laid there for a few and then rolled over and sat up like he had just woken, he had grog all over his face and front of his shirt, not to mention a pink-slowly turning red scrape from his forehead, along his nose to his chin. Everyone just looked at him, one guy I think who knew him helped him up and they walked off into the crowd as my friends and I made way to our balcony seats and smoked a couple J's for the opening bands and waited for the shrooms to kick in, the ones we had our friend chop up and put in the salsa at the restaurant prior, we called it Space Salsa, fine minced mind melting fungi in mango enriched salsa, you didn't know how much you were getting so it was a surprise to see how hard you would trip.... I ended up on a just slight alteration of reality, at one point I thought I was at a recruitment camp for Militant Urban Dissenters.....
I was at a concert and some wastoid who couldn't handle the 3 foot margaritas decided I was in his way so he pushed me making me spill half my beer, now I don't normally care about shit like that but at 6 dollars for piss water you had to stand in line for feelings tend to get hurt, so I said "What the fuck! Excuse you shitbag!", he turns around, glancing through the faces trying to remember who he pushed, that's how out of it he was when he see's me glaring at him as I switch hands to shake the spilled beer off of my right and also to free it up if I need to use it. At this point the little me-devil has dropped onto my right shoulder and pulled the fist strings making my fingers bend in tight tucking the nails deep like I learned in Jeet Kune Do class, but the little Shaolin Monk who long ago displaced my angel is spreading open my left ear hole and yelling don't do it or you'll probably miss the concert....I had to agree with the monk, Rage Against the Machine had a new album coming and were supposed to do some new stuff that night, no way was I missing that. So I just raised my fisted hand and extended a finger and told him to watch where he's going. Well this guy was at that point where he was going to be in the right no matter what so he just lunges forward, well more like stumbled as his meaty fist dragged him along, I side stepped with a slight lean and he trips on his own foot and does a face plant into the grog of spilled beer, tobacco spit, loogies and who knows what else. He laid there for a few and then rolled over and sat up like he had just woken, he had grog all over his face and front of his shirt, not to mention a pink-slowly turning red scrape from his forehead, along his nose to his chin. Everyone just looked at him, one guy I think who knew him helped him up and they walked off into the crowd as my friends and I made way to our balcony seats and smoked a couple J's for the opening bands and waited for the shrooms to kick in, the ones we had our friend chop up and put in the salsa at the restaurant prior, we called it Space Salsa, fine minced mind melting fungi in mango enriched salsa, you didn't know how much you were getting so it was a surprise to see how hard you would trip.... I ended up on a just slight alteration of reality, at one point I thought I was at a recruitment camp for Militant Urban Dissenters.....
Broskies, Dude, if no one is telling you they broke their hands they're lying to you!
But, then again you're on the interweb!
But, then again you're on the interweb!
If I ever met you beyond here and anyone hassled you or Tesla........
I messed up my middle knuckle on my right hand punching a guy who was cheating on his wife once. i should have known better.
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