You ever get in a bar fight

[DaNewGuy]

How'd it work out for you ?

[Hog's Gone Fishin]

Semen was flying everywhere. I Won !

[mdchiefsfan]

Pssh! This is Chiefs Planet, where the bar fight was created to protect our several at one time 12/10 GFs, who happen to dig our 12" johnsons (so technically there is no reason to fight, but since we're so awesome we created it anyways)!

[Rain Man]

No, but I once had a curt conversation about whether frozen daiquiris were available.

[mdchiefsfan]

No, but I once had a curt conversation about whether frozen daiquiris were available.

LMAO

Gave him the business, huh?

[LiveSteam]

Never.

[Rain Man]

LMAO

Gave him the business, huh?


You can't call yourself a bar and not offer frozen strawberry daiquiris. Unacceptable.

[Saccopoo]

I remember laying in the gutter outside of Louise's West getting the shit kicked out of me one Saturday night after the KU/OU football game.

[Sandy Vagina]

Bar fights.. some that led to street fights. Yep.

Hung out with some unsavory people when in my early twenties. Usually worked out well, but there were a couple of times I got a little bloody. Never broke anything, or even came close to that. Never got arrested for any of them, though a close call once.. or twice.

Glad that that is all in the distant past. Interesting memories.. but now I look back and don't like that I made so many poor and reckless choices.

[Saccopoo]

Also was involved in a slightly drunken brawl at Arby's in Manhattan, KS at 1:00 a.m. because of one of my Army buddies pulling out his ball sack through a hole in his pants after he asked some girl if she knew what a turkey skin looked like.

[ClevelandBronco]

About half a dozen. I have a scar on my left cheek from a pool cue that I didn't see coming. Only time I ever went to the floor.

[Dayze]

Not in a bar, but nearly on the patio of my local watering hole I go to all the time during riding season for bike night, and other music nights.

I was sitting talking with a childhood /lifelong family aquintance etc, and two guys walk up and start talking to my buddy. He introduces me and I extend my hand for a handshake, smile and say "hey, I'm Dayze. Good to meet you man". And he sort of just snarled his lip, let out a "pfffffft" from his mouth and sort of rolled his eyes.


II just sort of laughed and was like whatever dude. My buddy, although I couldn't really hear him exactly, pretty much was like wtf dude, that was rude (to the other guy, not me). They went back and forth a bit, and I said something like "yeah, where I come from, that was pretty messed up"

Dude then sort of kneels a bit closer and goes "why do I gotta shake your hand...."harley Davidson man"?. I had on my retro harley leather that had the white Harley Davidson letters across the front. And as he said it, he slowed his speech down a bit and acted like he was reading it. When he finished, he looked me in the eyes like I was short , then stood back up.

My fuse was lit at that point. I stood up, got nose to nose and yelled "you don't gotta shake shit, mother fucker. Fuck you. ". I'm not big, I. About 6' 240, but with my riding boots I'm near 6'2". As soon as I stood up I could tell he was like oh shit. Little hipster motherfucker. Told him to get the fuck out and go inside. He sort of flenched with each syllable as I yelled, turn his shit and went inside. Saw him inside when I got a beer as he was at the bar, so I ordered mine next to him, and while I waited I just leaned on the bar and looked at him while he was looking outwards leaning against the bar on his back. Didn't even make eye contact. LMAO.

I'm usually mellow, but sometimes shit like that will set me off. Hard to describe on CP, but it wasn't what he said but how he said it . All condescending,smug, and cocky. Fuck that, you're not talking to me like that without being called out. Dude was literally about two seconds from getting slammed. If he would've said any other shit like he did initially, I would've swung.



Probably was fearful of my goatee and camero.

[Bwana]

Yes

[TLO]

No. I've never seen any appeal to going to a bar in the first place though.

[Bane]

Yeah a few here and there.Never worked out good for anyone so far.

[Buzz]

Yeah but I didn't fight back, she was throwing haymakers and I ducked and dodged. Girls can get pretty pissed after getting banged and you don't call them back.

[Dayze]

Also was involved in a slightly drunken brawl at Arby's in Manhattan, KS at 1:00 a.m. because of one of my Army buddies pulling out his ball sack through a hole in his pants after he asked some girl if she knew what a turkey skin looked like.

LMAO

[DaneMcCloud]

Yeah a few here and there.Never worked out good for anyone so far.

Whoa.

What up, stranger?

[DaneMcCloud]

Yeah, I've been in a few. Probably 50/50 in terms of the results, which was determined by my drunkeness.

But either way, I got laid.

:D

[Bane]

Whoa.

What up, stranger?

Been super busy with work and other stuff.I check in sometimes then check out.

[Dayze]

FTR, any noobs, Bane has the physical traits of someone you don't want to fuck with. Lol

[DaneMcCloud]

Been super busy with work and other stuff.I check in sometimes then check out.

Cool man! Glad you're alive and well.

Happy Holidays!

[Bane]

Cool man! Glad you're alive and well.

Happy Holidays!

Merry Christmas to you and yours as well.

[Dayze]

Also was involved in a slightly drunken brawl at Arby's in Manhattan, KS at 1:00 a.m. because of one of my Army buddies pulling out his ball sack through a hole in his pants after he asked some girl if she knew what a turkey skin looked like.

A brothers friend of mine who is like family, was the opener for the Blue Collar comedy tour. He would tell stories of Larry the cable guy and how they'd be at a Denny's or something of the like after shows or back stage and Larry would wear short shorts, then while sitting down pull out his sack through the leg, hold down the skin with his thumb then sit up out of his seat a bit and say "ah man....I sat in gum", to get people to look. LMAO.

[DanBecky]

Yes

Alright, Bwana, let's get some details. I'm sure it's a good one:)

[Lonewolf Ed]

Almost, one time. A big fat slob of a drunk kept trying to snatch my coat from the chair back I was seated in and after the third attempt, I grabbed his wrist and started to twist it, but didn't have the angle. He sort of punched at me, more like his arm flopped over my head and he fell on me, smashing my torso against the table. Somehow, I elbowed him in the chest as he started to stand up and sent him staggering backwards. I jumped out of my chair, yanked my coat out of his grubby mitt and was about to kick him in the stomach when the bartenderess jumped in between us. She distracted him and assured him that his coat was somewhere else. I didn't finish my beer and went home, though she offered me a fresh pint on the house.

Just a couple of days ago, a former high school classmate of mine lost her son when someone tried to hit another person with a pool cue and missed, hitting her son in the head and killing him. That was at some dive in Edgerton, KS. Bar fights... they can keep them.

[mdchiefsfan]

FTR, any noobs, Bane has the physical traits of someone you don't want to fuck with. Lol

I've seen the movie; I am aware :D

[B2chiefsfan]

Yes... Plenty.... but does being a cop count...???

[ROYC75]

Yes... Plenty.... but does being a cop count...???

I know I went in an broke up a few!%(/

[ClevelandBronco]

I know I went in an broke up a few!%(/

I was working a bar back in the day and two young women got in a fight. Breaking them apart proved to be impossible, but I was able eventually to get them rolled out the door.

[ROYC75]

I was working a bar back in the day and two young women got in a fight. Breaking them apart proved to be impossible, but I was able to eventually get them rolled out the door.

As a Police Officer I ran into several situations, this one here is long but may be entertaining if you were not, uh, well, me.

In the summer of 1983, I was the Chief of Police in LaCygne,Ks and being new in town for just a month it takes time to get to know people. The County Sheriff advised me of the local hoodlums and a old fart, a guy named Gene Trinkle. You see Gene has been the town gorilla for years, bad moods and alcohol do not mix well inside of Old Mean Gene. Gene was stronger than a country ox in his prime years of life, anytime the police was called it took a minimum of 3 to 4 officers to take Gene to jail. He was that bad during his prime, everybody had stories to tell about Gene.

So here I am, 25 years old, 6'4", 225lbs solid, worked out steady and athletic. I'm thinking here, what the hell can a man 60 years old do to a young man of 25 in great shape? That I should be afraid of a 60 yr old man ?

So I'm at the house fixing supper one evening on my night off, I have a young 21 yr old kid over talking to him about becoming a reserve officer on my days off. I have my girlfriend over and I get this call around 6:00 pm that old mean Gene was in the local tavern causing another disturbance.

The Co.Sheriff, my GF and this young kid I was thinking of training all said, wait until backup gets there before I go in. Each of them all advising me of who he was, it's Gene Trinkle! So I picked up the phone, called the tavern, spoke to the owner,she advised me he has broken a few chairs and tables. I asked her if I could speak to Gene, she asked him to talk to me. He said F**k No, I'm talking to no f**king pig. Then I here the sound of broken glass, I can here him laughing and he was telling me he will not let the customers leave the tavern. Then he yells out, come and get me piggy wiggy, you sawed off low life bastard and then I heard more glass breaking. So I'm in blue jeans, nice shirt, no time to change, grabbed my gun belt, shield and off we go.

Despite the plea of my future wife and others, I get in the car and called in on duty, explaining the latest details while in route to the scene. The sheriff told me he was about 20 minutes away as well as another deputy and that they were going to call out 2 more off duty deputies. I'm thinking to myself, Good Grief, this guy is 60 F**king Years Old ! Anyways, here I am with this young guy, I asked him if he was scared, he said yes. I told him to stay back away and watch since he wasn't commissioned yet, assist only if I tell him too. You could tell he was scared to death as we approached the tavern.

I pulled into the lot and checked out of the car, I could hear sirens on the radio from the other officers talking on the radio about how far they were away. Each one pleading to me to wait, talk him outside or just wait till they get there. I'm thinking shit again, who is this F**king animal anyways, I have yet to lay eyes upon him or ever speak to him. So I hear more glass breaking as well as other items being broken or thrown inside, OK, I'm going in ! First mistake I make was , it had a gravel parking lot with concrete curbs secured to the ground and I parked on the closest curb to the tavern door, which was way to close to the door to start with. The tavern has a wooden screen door and a cheap hollow door that you would use inside your house like a bathroom or bedroom door, not as a secured door to a tavern. So I go in, immediately I have to turn to the right and go down this 5, maybe 6' long hallway entrance. I see Gene ( standing in the middle of the floor with maybe 8 - 10 people behind the bar ) approximately 20 to 25 feet from me. I walked into the lobby and turn to my left, allowing more space to move around, not to be cornered and told Gene that it's time to step outside, that he was under arrest for destruction of property as well as disorderly conduct.

He looked at me and started to laugh and said, where is your f**king army. The Second mistake I make is telling him, I don't need no army, we can do this the easy way or the hard way, that it was his choice. He laughed, cussing at me like a sailor and the next thing I know he let's out this bellering sound of a moose, charging at me like a raging bull. Damn I having visions of myself as a bull fighter with a raging human? To be clear here, you could tell he was drunk on his ass for he was having trouble with his speech and standing straight. Any and all of his movement was impaired, so I'm thinking this is a piece of cake, I got this!

OK, any and all movement, this was my Third Mistake I made, I assumed,
as he charged toward me there was a wall about 4 feet behind me so I just moved at the last second just like a bull fighter and watched him plow into the wall, head first. You see I was cocky, confident in myself and a smart ass , toying with this drunk bastard. Turns out the wall was hollow so the paneling and 2 x 4's didn't slow him down to much. By the way Gene stood 6'8", about 300 - 320 lbs and all it did was just pissed him off even more. So I'm backing up to the far wall,as I do all the people inside run out the front door as Gene runs towards me again, this time it's 40 feet to the freaking wall and as I'm backing up, I'm hitting tables and chairs he has not destroyed yet. So I take a chair that is by me and push it across the tiled floor towards him. OK so I'm thinking this is going to be fun to watch this idiot go down. Uh,that was my Fourth mistake, This 60 year old man jumped over it while running forward, landed up right, took one step and did a perfect forward roll, right into me. I'm f**king stunned, stunned I tell ya after having been rolled over by a 60 year old human bowling ball. I get up quickly and he grabs a leg, holding me, hand to hand combat, I drill him with a left handed round house. It was like hitting a brick wall, damn, next thing I know we go crashing against some of the chairs and tables in the place that hasn't been destroyed yet, Shit, this f**king hurt like hell man, screw that fake TV shit you see, this is f**king real.

So by now here we are, more hand to hand, I'm quicker yet I knew by now he was stronger. My days of calf roping, hay fields did nothing to prepare myself for this bull elephant. I have never been whipped before in my life ( didn't go looking for fights either so I can't say I was a bad ass ) but I'm beginning to think this 60 year old drunk bastard was going to clean my clock if I didn't keep moving. He picks up a chair, throws it at me, I duck from it and then here he comes, charging my ass again, 10 feet away. Again, I step away and boom, he hits an outer wall this time that is solid, but doesn't go down! I'm bout ready to draw my gun at this point but instead he is dazed a little. Yes an opening, my chance to cuff him, I grab a hold of his right arm and gave it a good twist, right into a hammer lock with my other arm around his neck. I'm putting everything I have in that hammerlock while this bastard is trying to hit me anyway he can in the head, my body, anywhere but I have the advantage here behind him. Thankfully he was drunk enough that his shots were missing as I'm telling him to drop to his knees and give up. I finally have him, this is going to work! Yeah right! That was mistake number five as this raging bull took off again running towards the other far wall, 45 - 50 feet away, with yours truely riding his bareback, all the while keeping that arm in a hammerlock, hanging on for dear life. Enter Mistake Number Six not letting go before we took that express way to hell into the wall, this bastard turned sideways so that I took some of the hit. ( WTF was I thinking here, heat of the moment incidents do not always produce correct decisions ) OK, By now I am really pissed so the anger in me is taking over yet some how I still had a death hold on that hammer lock. Sure enough, I drove that damn thing up to his f**king back to his neck trying to break it. He let out another one of those moose calls and headed for the door, yeah the door that some dumb ass closed on their way out of the tavern as we were dancing around inside. So here we go through both of those weak ass doors, a combined 500 lbs of raging anger heading towards the patrol car. Oh yeah, did I mention about the dumb ass that parked the car too close to the door back on Mistake # 1. So here we are as we lose our balance going through both doors, we are going down like the Hindenburg, I rammed my left shoulder into the front bumper. OMG !

Yes, by now I am in severe excruciating pain, yet some miraculous f**king way, I still have that arm in a hammer lock. This 60 yr old bastard that just did a dam good rendition of David Banner and The Incredible Hulk has this boy worn out. But wait a second, what's this, he's not moving? Well at least hardly moving, he had hit his head on the bumper of the patrol car. The kid, yeah, remember the kid who wanted to be a reserve police officer, who stayed outside the whole damn time ? Yeah that one, he finally lent a hand. So by now I really want to break this f**kers arm, legs, anything to decapitate this bastard. Jut like 2 heavyweight fighters, both down trying to regain little or find enough strength to finish the other off, I had gotten around to the point I had a knee in the middle of his back holding that hammerlock in place with my weight. So while he was somewhat unconscious, I was able to pull the other arm around while the kid put the cuffs on.

By now I can here the sirens coming, damn the back up is freaking here. Here I am with gravel in my arms, legs, a left shoulder down to my asshole, sitting on top of this bastard as they pull into the parking lot. They all seem to be amazed of the situation, in disbelief that old Mean Gene was cuffed on the ground. They took over while I had to get up and find a place to rest, I was spent, I had nothing left.

So I take this animal to jail, he manned up, serves his jail time, fines, damages at the tavern just as he has every other of the many time before in his life. But this one was the time that Old Mean Gene realized he was finally too old to do this anymore. I met Gene about 2 months after the tavern brawl and he was as nice as you could find in a guy. Calm, peaceful, laid back, very friendly. So we sat and talked for a few minutes.

Gene told me growing up as a kid that he didn't have many friends. This angered him and he had trouble with it because people feared him for his size and anger. So to Gene as he got older, his excitement was to get drunk and fight some poor bastard that didn't know him that tried to take him on. Well everybody stopped fighting him so he turned to the police for fun and games. Really? This is a f**king game for him because it always took several guys to take him in? Are you kidding me ? So when Gene drank, he got drunk and all of the old feelings came back haunt him for the lack of having friends as a child. His temperament due to the alcohol bringing back old feelings was the leading issue why he would fight the police. He told me he never wanted to hurt nobody and that he always held back when fighting the police for fun. He told me that he was getting too old to do this anymore and that he always told himself that if there was ever a guy bad enough to take him in by himself, it was time to give it up. He said he was sorry and that it would never happen again. I told him, Gene, in all fairness, I was ready to give up and walk away when we hit that car, I was in so much pain at the time, I wanted no more. I told him I hope I have the strength of a f**king bull dozier at age 60 like he does. Again, he said he was sorry, it will never happen again. I told he was right, it wouldn't, next time I'm going to shoot you in the f**king knee and tell the judge I feared for my life!

He laughed his ass off and we never had a confrontation again for the next 2 years I was there. I had heard later that that one night led him to seek professional help for his issues and he has walked a fine line since. I'm sure he is probably dead by now and haven't from anybody for the last 20 years. Now,here I am 32 years later paying for an injury in my back from that night of hell.

Moral of this story, Never be cocky and judge a book by it's age. Alcohol and mentally challenged people with mood swings have unbelievable retard strength.

I might have won the battle but I got my ass kicked like it's never been before in my life, it has left lasting results.
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[ClevelandBronco]

Holy shit, Roy. You win, my man.

[Stanley Nickels]

I've been in a few in Columbia--nothing to write home about.. Just a few fists flying and bouncers bouncing. I'm really not much of a fighter, but I can sure take a punch; twice in KC I've been involved in fights that I didn't realize were fights, because I once got punched in the face I just looked at the guy (both guys) and asked why he did that ROFL.. I'm a bit dense.

[BucEyedPea]

Never. It's unladylike.

[mdchiefsfan]

I've been in a few in Columbia--nothing to write home about.. Just a few fists flying and bouncers bouncing. I'm really not much of a fighter, but I can sure take a punch; twice in KC I've been involved in fights that I didn't realize were fights, because I once got punched in the face I just looked at the guy and asked why he did that ROFL.. I'm a bit dense.

LMAO

[SAUTO]

More than one this year.

[big nasty kcnut]

Almost got into one. I wanted to relax a bit after working at a kiosk in wichita i was about ready to move to Texas again. So i got to the strip club and minding my own business getting a lap dance or two. Well then this guy who i was talking to earlier with his girlfriend accused me of trying to hit on her when the fact of the matter is i had no intention of hitting on any ladies in a strip club. So he started to chase after me out the door and into the parking lot with him yelling at me run fat boy. I didn't stop till i got to quik trip. Got a cab and cab driver told me that one of the stripper was sorry he was after me. I'm a man with cerebral palsy but i can fight believe me i fight dirty. Thou i knew this guy who about 6'4 and about 315 could of done some bad shit to me so i figured retreat is a better part of valor I left. That was my one near bar fight i was in.

[stevieray]

More than one this year.

LMAO

[TambaBerry]

I was at a bar with my girlfriend at the time, I head up to grab some drinks for us and come back to this guy talking to my girlfriend. I come up and he leaves I ask her who it was and she said "thats the guy who raped me" she was in tears, apparently that was the moment the guy thought he should apologize. I was drunk and have a short fuse anyway, so I walked up to the guy shoved him back really hard, and yelled at him calling him a pussy and other select words. Well him and his friends came at me, I got one good punch in on the piece of shit before his friends and the bouncers were on top of me. At this point im being held down by the bouncer and getting my face kicked until another bouncer speared the guy and his friend. Cops talked to us and nothing came of it, just had to go home for the night. I was still pissed the next day.

[TambaBerry]

Another one, me and two of my friends were walking down when one of my friends started talking shit to this guy.(this friend gets tough when drunk) Well my friend and this guy start fighting and we're all standing around watching it until one of his friends jumps in and it was now 2 v 1. I didnt even flinch i jumped in grabbed the biggest dude and pulled him off of my friend. I now have this guy in a chokehold, and out of the corner of my eye i see one of his friends coming at me. no shit it was like a movie fight scene i pulled the guy i was choking into the dude coming at me punch like i was some kind of bad ass(which im not) we fought for maybe 30 more seconds before the cops broke us up.

['Hamas' Jenkins]

Epicness
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That was an incredibly entertaining read. I'm glad you survived, and I'm amazed at your restraint.

[TLO]

As a Police Officer I ran into several situations, this one here is long but may be entertaining if you were not, uh, well, me.

In the summer of 1983, I was the Chief of Police in LaCygne,Ks and being new in town for just a month it takes time to get to know people. The County Sheriff advised me of the local hoodlums and a old fart, a guy named Gene Trinkle. You see Gene has been the town gorilla for years, bad moods and alcohol do not mix well inside of Old Mean Gene. Gene was stronger than a country ox in his prime years of life, anytime the police was called it took a minimum of 3 to 4 officers to take Gene to jail. He was that bad during his prime, everybody had stories to tell about Gene.

So here I am, 25 years old, 6'4", 225lbs solid, worked out steady and athletic. I'm thinking here, what the hell can a man 60 years old do to a young man of 25 in great shape? That I should be afraid of a 60 yr old man ?

So I'm at the house fixing supper one evening on my night off, I have a young 21 yr old kid over talking to him about becoming a reserve officer on my days off. I have my girlfriend over and I get this call around 6:00 pm that old mean Gene was in the local tavern causing another disturbance.

The Co.Sheriff, my GF and this young kid I was thinking of training all said, wait until backup gets there before I go in. Each of them all advising me of who he was, it's Gene Trinkle! So I picked up the phone, called the tavern, spoke to the owner,she advised me he has broken a few chairs and tables. I asked her if I could speak to Gene, she asked him to talk to me. He said F**k No, I'm talking to no f**king pig. Then I here the sound of broken glass, I can here him laughing and he was telling me he will not let the customers leave the tavern. Then he yells out, come and get me piggy wiggy, you sawed off low life bastard and then I heard more glass breaking. So I'm in blue jeans, nice shirt, no time to change, grabbed my gun belt, shield and off we go.

Despite the plea of my future wife and others, I get in the car and called in on duty, explaining the latest details while in route to the scene. The sheriff told me he was about 20 minutes away as well as another deputy and that they were going to call out 2 more off duty deputies. I'm thinking to myself, Good Grief, this guy is 60 F**king Years Old ! Anyways, here I am with this young guy, I asked him if he was scared, he said yes. I told him to stay back away and watch since he wasn't commissioned yet, assist only if I tell him too. You could tell he was scared to death as we approached the tavern.

I pulled into the lot and checked out of the car, I could hear sirens on the radio from the other officers talking on the radio about how far they were away. Each one pleading to me to wait, talk him outside or just wait till they get there. I'm thinking shit again, who is this F**king animal anyways, I have yet to lay eyes upon him or ever speak to him. So I hear more glass breaking as well as other items being broken or thrown inside, OK, I'm going in ! First mistake I make was , it had a gravel parking lot with concrete curbs secured to the ground and I parked on the closest curb to the tavern door, which was way to close to the door to start with. The tavern has a wooden screen door and a cheap hollow door that you would use inside your house like a bathroom or bedroom door, not as a secured door to a tavern. So I go in, immediately I have to turn to the right and go down this 5, maybe 6' long hallway entrance. I see Gene ( standing in the middle of the floor with maybe 8 - 10 people behind the bar ) approximately 20 to 25 feet from me. I walked into the lobby and turn to my left, allowing more space to move around, not to be cornered and told Gene that it's time to step outside, that he was under arrest for destruction of property as well as disorderly conduct.

He looked at me and started to laugh and said, where is your f**king army. The Second mistake I make is telling him, I don't need no army, we can do this the easy way or the hard way, that it was his choice. He laughed, cussing at me like a sailor and the next thing I know he let's out this bellering sound of a moose, charging at me like a raging bull. Damn I having visions of myself as a bull fighter with a raging human? To be clear here, you could tell he was drunk on his ass for he was having trouble with his speech and standing straight. Any and all of his movement was impaired, so I'm thinking this is a piece of cake, I got this!

OK, any and all movement, this was my Third Mistake I made, I assumed,
as he charged toward me there was a wall about 4 feet behind me so I just moved at the last second just like a bull fighter and watched him plow into the wall, head first. You see I was cocky, confident in myself and a smart ass , toying with this drunk bastard. Turns out the wall was hollow so the paneling and 2 x 4's didn't slow him down to much. By the way Gene stood 6'8", about 300 - 320 lbs and all it did was just pissed him off even more. So I'm backing up to the far wall,as I do all the people inside run out the front door as Gene runs towards me again, this time it's 40 feet to the freaking wall and as I'm backing up, I'm hitting tables and chairs he has not destroyed yet. So I take a chair that is by me and push it across the tiled floor towards him. OK so I'm thinking this is going to be fun to watch this idiot go down. Uh,that was my Fourth mistake, This 60 year old man jumped over it while running forward, landed up right, took one step and did a perfect forward roll, right into me. I'm f**king stunned, stunned I tell ya after having been rolled over by a 60 year old human bowling ball. I get up quickly and he grabs a leg, holding me, hand to hand combat, I drill him with a left handed round house. It was like hitting a brick wall, damn, next thing I know we go crashing against some of the chairs and tables in the place that hasn't been destroyed yet, Shit, this f**king hurt like hell man, screw that fake TV shit you see, this is f**king real.

So by now here we are, more hand to hand, I'm quicker yet I knew by now he was stronger. My days of calf roping, hay fields did nothing to prepare myself for this bull elephant. I have never been whipped before in my life ( didn't go looking for fights either so I can't say I was a bad ass ) but I'm beginning to think this 60 year old drunk bastard was going to clean my clock if I didn't keep moving. He picks up a chair, throws it at me, I duck from it and then here he comes, charging my ass again, 10 feet away. Again, I step away and boom, he hits an outer wall this time that is solid, but doesn't go down! I'm bout ready to draw my gun at this point but instead he is dazed a little. Yes an opening, my chance to cuff him, I grab a hold of his right arm and gave it a good twist, right into a hammer lock with my other arm around his neck. I'm putting everything I have in that hammerlock while this bastard is trying to hit me anyway he can in the head, my body, anywhere but I have the advantage here behind him. Thankfully he was drunk enough that his shots were missing as I'm telling him to drop to his knees and give up. I finally have him, this is going to work! Yeah right! That was mistake number five as this raging bull took off again running towards the other far wall, 45 - 50 feet away, with yours truely riding his bareback, all the while keeping that arm in a hammerlock, hanging on for dear life. Enter Mistake Number Six not letting go before we took that express way to hell into the wall, this bastard turned sideways so that I took some of the hit. ( WTF was I thinking here, heat of the moment incidents do not always produce correct decisions ) OK, By now I am really pissed so the anger in me is taking over yet some how I still had a death hold on that hammer lock. Sure enough, I drove that damn thing up to his f**king back to his neck trying to break it. He let out another one of those moose calls and headed for the door, yeah the door that some dumb ass closed on their way out of the tavern as we were dancing around inside. So here we go through both of those weak ass doors, a combined 500 lbs of raging anger heading towards the patrol car. Oh yeah, did I mention about the dumb ass that parked the car too close to the door back on Mistake # 1. So here we are as we lose our balance going through both doors, we are going down like the Hindenburg, I rammed my left shoulder into the front bumper. OMG !

Yes, by now I am in severe excruciating pain, yet some miraculous f**king way, I still have that arm in a hammer lock. This 60 yr old bastard that just did a dam good rendition of David Banner and The Incredible Hulk has this boy worn out. But wait a second, what's this, he's not moving? Well at least hardly moving, he had hit his head on the bumper of the patrol car. The kid, yeah, remember the kid who wanted to be a reserve police officer, who stayed outside the whole damn time ? Yeah that one, he finally lent a hand. So by now I really want to break this f**kers arm, legs, anything to decapitate this bastard. Jut like 2 heavyweight fighters, both down trying to regain little or find enough strength to finish the other off, I had gotten around to the point I had a knee in the middle of his back holding that hammerlock in place with my weight. So while he was somewhat unconscious, I was able to pull the other arm around while the kid put the cuffs on.

By now I can here the sirens coming, damn the back up is freaking here. Here I am with gravel in my arms, legs, a left shoulder down to my asshole, sitting on top of this bastard as they pull into the parking lot. They all seem to be amazed of the situation, in disbelief that old Mean Gene was cuffed on the ground. They took over while I had to get up and find a place to rest, I was spent, I had nothing left.

So I take this animal to jail, he manned up, serves his jail time, fines, damages at the tavern just as he has every other of the many time before in his life. But this one was the time that Old Mean Gene realized he was finally too old to do this anymore. I met Gene about 2 months after the tavern brawl and he was as nice as you could find in a guy. Calm, peaceful, laid back, very friendly. So we sat and talked for a few minutes.

Gene told me growing up as a kid that he didn't have many friends. This angered him and he had trouble with it because people feared him for his size and anger. So to Gene as he got older, his excitement was to get drunk and fight some poor bastard that didn't know him that tried to take him on. Well everybody stopped fighting him so he turned to the police for fun and games. Really? This is a f**king game for him because it always took several guys to take him in? Are you kidding me ? So when Gene drank, he got drunk and all of the old feelings came back haunt him for the lack of having friends as a child. His temperament due to the alcohol bringing back old feelings was the leading issue why he would fight the police. He told me he never wanted to hurt nobody and that he always held back when fighting the police for fun. He told me that he was getting too old to do this anymore and that he always told himself that if there was ever a guy bad enough to take him in by himself, it was time to give it up. He said he was sorry and that it would never happen again. I told him, Gene, in all fairness, I was ready to give up and walk away when we hit that car, I was in so much pain at the time, I wanted no more. I told him I hope I have the strength of a f**king bull dozier at age 60 like he does. Again, he said he was sorry, it will never happen again. I told he was right, it wouldn't, next time I'm going to shoot you in the f**king knee and tell the judge I feared for my life!

He laughed his ass off and we never had a confrontation again for the next 2 years I was there. I had heard later that that one night led him to seek professional help for his issues and he has walked a fine line since. I'm sure he is probably dead by now and haven't from anybody for the last 20 years. Now,here I am 32 years later paying for an injury in my back from that night of hell.

Moral of this story, Never be cocky and judge a book by it's age. Alcohol and mentally challenged people with mood swings have unbelievable retard strength.

I might have won the battle but I got my ass kicked like it's never been before in my life, it has left lasting results.
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JFC. Did Rico hack your account?

[stevieray]

That was an incredibly entertaining read. I'm glad you survived, and I'm amazed at your restraint.

:clap:

I've met Roy. I believe every word.

[DaFace]

I'm 6'4" 180lbs, and 20 of those were packed on after college. I'm quite confident I would have gotten my ass kicked if I were ever to be involved in such a thing.

[TLO]

That was an incredibly entertaining read. I'm glad you survived, and I'm amazed at your restraint.

Also, this.

[Buzz]

I'm 6'4" 180lbs, and 20 of those were packed on after college. I'm quite confident I would have gotten my ass kicked if I were ever to be involved in such a thing.


Good lord, doesn't anyone cook for you?

[Otter]

Damn Roy, here I thought I knew ya. Did you hurt your back the same time you hurt your shoulder? That's a damn good entertaining story.</br></br> I haven't been in a 'someones gonna get hurt here' bar fight since college and every fucking one was some drunk douche grabbing my girlfriend's ass.

[Bowser]

I'm 6'4" 180lbs, and 20 of those were packed on after college. I'm quite confident I would have gotten my ass kicked if I were ever to be involved in such a thing.

Get this man a bacon double cheeseburger with all the fixins and a large order of chili cheese fries, stat. Wash that shit down with a shake while you're at it.

[RobBlake]

Roy you are a badass and heart of a lion and the type of officer any citizen would respect.

[Brock]

Great story roy.

[Saccopoo]

Roy you are a badass and heart of a lion and the type of officer any citizen would respect.

What?

He got his ass kicked by a dude nearing retirement.

[Buzz]

What?

He got his ass kicked by a dude nearing retirement.

wont even bother...

[Otter]

Alright, Bwana, let's get some details. I'm sure it's a good one:) Bwana told me a few of the stories over some cold ones. His bite, scratch, and pinch combination have put an end to some hairy situations.

[KC_Lee]

Worked off and on as a doorman in Westport from 1992 to 2002. Been in a my fair share of bar fights and scrapes. Only one arrest and one trip to the ER for being stabbed with a screwdriver.

[Dinny Bossa Nova]

Never been in one, but it seems like I've watched a couple thousand from the stage.

Bar fights made me a White Sox fan. I grew up in Illinois where people actually got in fistfights over the Cubs and the Cardinals. When some stink-eyed fool asked me if I was a Cubs or Cardinals fan, I'd say White Sox. There would be a confused pause followed with "well you're alright then."

No telling how many ass whoopin's the Sox saved me.

Dinny

[Buzz]

Thread is Q if anyone wants to look it up.

[Dinny Bossa Nova]

Thread is Q if anyone wants to look it up.

What a kill, Buzz.

Dinny

[Rain Man]

Never been in one, but it seems like I've watched a couple thousand from the stage.

Bar fights made me a White Sox fan. I grew up in Illinois where people actually got in fistfights over the Cubs and the Cardinals. When some stink-eyed fool asked me if I was a Cubs or Cardinals fan, I'd say White Sox. There would be a confused pause followed with "well you're alright then."

No telling how many ass whoopin's the Sox saved me.

Dinny

I bet they assuming you've got a lot of experience with gun violence.

[Bwana]

Bwana told me a few of the stories over some cold ones. His bite, scratch, and pinch combination have put an end to some hairy situations.

ROFL

Go drink some river water you $2 shot of leg.

Oh and Merry Christmas. :D

[Stumplifter]

Many, in my late teens and early twenties.
Won more than I lost.
Good times 😳

[Brock]

Not in a bar, but nearly on the patio of my local watering hole I go to all the time during riding season for bike night, and other music nights.

I was sitting talking with a childhood /lifelong family aquintance etc, and two guys walk up and start talking to my buddy. He introduces me and I extend my hand for a handshake, smile and say "hey, I'm Dayze. Good to meet you man". And he sort of just snarled his lip, let out a "pfffffft" from his mouth and sort of rolled his eyes.


II just sort of laughed and was like whatever dude. My buddy, although I couldn't really hear him exactly, pretty much was like wtf dude, that was rude (to the other guy, not me). They went back and forth a bit, and I said something like "yeah, where I come from, that was pretty messed up"

Dude then sort of kneels a bit closer and goes "why do I gotta shake your hand...."harley Davidson man"?. I had on my retro harley leather that had the white Harley Davidson letters across the front. And as he said it, he slowed his speech down a bit and acted like he was reading it. When he finished, he looked me in the eyes like I was short , then stood back up.

My fuse was lit at that point. I stood up, got nose to nose and yelled "you don't gotta shake shit, mother fucker. Fuck you. ". I'm not big, I. About 6' 240, but with my riding boots I'm near 6'2". As soon as I stood up I could tell he was like oh shit. Little hipster motherfucker. Told him to get the fuck out and go inside. He sort of flenched with each syllable as I yelled, turn his shit and went inside. Saw him inside when I got a beer as he was at the bar, so I ordered mine next to him, and while I waited I just leaned on the bar and looked at him while he was looking outwards leaning against the bar on his back. Didn't even make eye contact. LMAO.

I'm usually mellow, but sometimes shit like that will set me off. Hard to describe on CP, but it wasn't what he said but how he said it . All condescending,smug, and cocky. Fuck that, you're not talking to me like that without being called out. Dude was literally about two seconds from getting slammed. If he would've said any other shit like he did initially, I would've swung.



Probably was fearful of my goatee and camero.

6' 240 is big. So what the fuck was his problem?

[Otter]

ROFL

Go drink some river water you $2 shot of leg.

Oh and Merry Christmas. :D Likewise Brother! :toast:

[Bwana]

Alright, Bwana, let's get some details. I'm sure it's a good one:)

I have been in a couple in the bars but I have never started one, I was able to walk away from most potential fights. I spent 4-5 days a week fighting in the dojo, I didn't have anything to prove mixing it up with some drunk in a bar. If you can walk away, walk away.

[Mr. Flopnuts]

Yeah a few here and there.Never worked out good for anyone so far.

You fuckin pimp. Where the fuck you been?

[Mr. Flopnuts]

Who cares? I'm not telling war stories, and I've skipped yours. Including Roys because I'm sure it's been told here before. Okay, I'm going to go back and read to make sure, but I'm not measuring cocks tonight. I already know who wins. ;)

['Hamas' Jenkins]

I did start a thread on here a few years ago about ass kickings. frazod had an epic story.

[Toby Waller]

they can lead to medical problems and bills and legal problems and bills.

Just efing dumb

[Mr. Flopnuts]

Great story Roy. Definitely read it here before.

[Misplaced_Chiefs_Fan]

None, but there was almost one incident in the barracks at Ft. Campbell.

Now, I'm a Staff Sergeant living in the barracks, which means I get to deal with all the knuckleheads. I'm sitting in my room at 1am with my music on and my door closed when this noise erupts from down the hall. Considering quiet hours started at 11pm AND I can hear it through my closed door, it's time to deal with it.

Of course, it's the First Sergeant's driver (a young private). I pound on his door until he can finally hear me and I can smell the alcohol before he ever gets to the door (which should be a no-go since he's 19, but I'm the floor sergeant, not his nanny).

He opens the door and I explain that he's gotta turn that music down. He looks at me cross-eyed and says, "You know what, Sergeant White, I just picked up my black belt tonight. That's why we were celebrating. I oughta come out there and kick your ass."

Honestly, I'm not sure how he's even staying upright, given the eyes and the swaying, but I just stare at him and say, "All right, but if you hit me, you better kill me."

He gets really confused and says, "Sergeant White, I'm just gonna kick your ass, not kill you."

I replied, "No, you better kill me. You're right, you're a black belt and I'm just a regular joe. But, if you don't kill me, I will get out of the hospital, and one day, when you've forgotten all about this, you'll be going down the stairs one evening. That's when the lights are going to go out and the beating with the baseball bat will commence, and I guarantee, I will break both your arms, both of your legs and multiple ribs before I'm done. Now, do you really want to take a swing at me?"

He looked at me and I just stood there, staring at him as hard as I could without making a threatening move. After a few moments, he got a little pale and backed into his room. "I think I'll turn my music down, Sergeant White." He shut the door very softly and the music shut off.

Now, if I had really wanted to be a bastard, I could have hauled his skinny ass up on charges for threatening a non-commissioned officer, but I think he learned a lesson because he never gave me any more trouble after that.

[Brock]

I did start a thread on here a few years ago about ass kickings. frazod had an epic story.

Should be in the hoc somewhere

[ROYC75]

Damn Roy, here I thought I knew ya. Did you hurt your back the same time you hurt your shoulder? That's a damn good entertaining story.</br></br> I haven't been in a 'someones gonna get hurt here' bar fight since college and every fucking one was some drunk douche grabbing my girlfriend's ass.

Yeah, knocked everything out of place and damaged my L5 disk. Didn't know it at the time, but a year later every time I played softball or swung a golf club after the incident, I felt this slight popping feeling down low in my back. Through the years, it kept getting worst and now to the point I need surgery to repair it. We are going to wait until I get both knees fixed ( 1 repair & 1 replaced. ) Currently I have a rotary cuff tear,I have to get it fixed and addressed before the back issue. Once that is done, they have mentioned the possibility of cutting out bone spurs on my feet.

Yep, I'm a walking wreck.

[ROYC75]

What?

He got his ass kicked by a dude nearing retirement.


Physically, yeah, but technically I won the fight. He went to jail just by yours truly, it hurt like hell and I became much wiser after the incident.

But TBFH here, majority of men on this planet would have still lost the battle with this bull elephant. I was just lucky I caught him at the right age in life. If he was 5 - 10 years younger, we might have gone through the outer wall with me on his back instead of coming to a stop and falling to the floor.

[Otter]

Physically, yeah, but technically I won the fight. He went to jail just by yours truly, it hurt like hell and I became much wiser after the incident.

But TBFH here, majority of men on this planet would have still lost the battle with this bull elephant. I was just lucky I caught him at the right age in life. If he was 5 - 10 years younger, we might have gone through the outer wall with me on his back instead of coming to a stop and falling to the floor. So, did your understudy still become a police officer after witnessing that incident?

[ThaVirus]

I'm a pretty agreeable guy. Also pretty small so people don't try me often.

One of my most prolific club buddies, who was actually smaller than me, used to act he was Mike Tyson after a few drinks. I almost got into a ton of fights with that guy. Luckily he actually wasn't about that life. The moment someone stepped to him he'd bitch up.

[Bob Dole]

How'd it work out for you ?

Jail.

Twice.

[C3HIEF3S]

I'm 18 and weigh 160 lbs, go to the bar like pretty much any college kid but definitely stay away from any confrontation with my size. LMAO
Don't plan on getting into any altercations anytime soon.

[Saccopoo]

Physically, yeah, but technically I won the fight. He went to jail just by yours truly, it hurt like hell and I became much wiser after the incident.

But TBFH here, majority of men on this planet would have still lost the battle with this bull elephant. I was just lucky I caught him at the right age in life. If he was 5 - 10 years younger, we might have gone through the outer wall with me on his back instead of coming to a stop and falling to the floor.

Technically, Philo Beddoe beat Tank Murdock...

I don't know about your planet, but the majority of men on Chiefs Planet would have beat five of that dude. You'll have to do better to impress me.

http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MiS3UHFYxGI/VATMrDkLWoI/AAAAAAAAzAQ/NPseipxTXHE/s1600/PDVD_550.BMP

[Saccopoo]

I'm 18 and weigh 160 lbs, go to the bar like pretty much any college kid but definitely stay away from any confrontation with my size. LMAO
Don't plan on getting into any altercations anytime soon.

You live in Germany or something? What bar?

Who's fake ID you got?

[C3HIEF3S]

You live in Germany or something? What bar?

Who's fake ID you got?

LMAO
I go to Eastern Illinois University in Charleston, Illinois. If this is the first time you have heard about Charleston, Illinois then it most likely will be your last as well. Not much going on there and the bars need the business. I use my brothers ID, he's 21 and it has never failed me. We look very similar.

My roommate, however, uses an ID of a 30 year old man and has never been denied with that either. Not exactly hard to get into the bars at EIU. Just need to know a guy, who knows a guy, who knows the guy carding at the door pretty much.. but I've rarely had any problems aside from being asked what "my" birthday or zip-code or something is.

The only time I ever got denied from any bar there was actually the first time I tried. It was maybe a week into the school year of my freshman year of Fall 2014 and I was hanging out and attempting to go in with some pretty rough kids. I would later learn that these frat kids were in one of the worst houses on campus, but at the time it was free beer and I didn't know much better than that.

For my best friends 21st birthday at the end of November, I just walked into the bar at 9 pm (bouncers don't start carding at the door until 10) and never got carded the entire night by a bartender or anyone even. I can't imagine it being that easy at many other colleges..

[Saccopoo]

LMAO
I go to Eastern Illinois University in Charleston, Illinois. If this is the first time you have heard about Charleston, Illinois then it most likely will be your last as well. Not much going on there and the bars need the business. I use my brothers ID, he's 21 and it has never failed me. We look very similar.

My roommate, however, uses an ID of a 30 year old man and has never been denied with that either. Not exactly hard to get into the bars at EIU. Just need to know a guy, who knows a guy, who knows the guy carding at the door pretty much.. but I've rarely had any problems aside from being asked what "my" birthday or zip-code or something is.

The only time I ever got denied from any bar there was actually the first time I tried. It was maybe a week into the school year of my freshman year of Fall 2014 and I was hanging out and attempting to go in with some pretty rough kids. I would later learn that these frat kids were in one of the worst houses on campus, but at the time it was free beer and I didn't know much better than that.

For my best friends 21st birthday at the end of November, I just walked into the bar at 9 pm (bouncers don't start carding at the door until 10) and never got carded the entire night by a bartender or anyone even. I can't imagine it being that easy at many other colleges..

Don't do it son. Save yourself before it's too late...

A recent study led by neuroscientist Susan Tapert of the University of California, San Diego compared the brain scans of teens who drink heavily with the scans of teens who don't.

Tapert's team found damaged nerve tissue in the brains of the teens who drank. The researchers believe this damage negatively affects attention span in boys, and girls' ability to comprehend and interpret visual information.

"First of all, the adolescent brain is still undergoing several maturational processes that render it more vulnerable to some of the effects of substances," Tapert says.

In other words, key areas of the brain are still under construction during the adolescent years, and are more sensitive to the toxic effects of drugs and alcohol.

Have you seen the degenerates around here? Have you learned nothing?

[mdchiefsfan]

Have you seen the degenerates around here? Have you learned nothing?

It's because of the damaged nerve tissue in his brain from drinking.

[Gonzo]

Once, about 2 yrs ago.
This douche was being an ass over a poker hand. All it took was a quick right cross and he understood the blind/ante amounts went up every 15 hands or so.
Took his money and his manhood all in one night.

I'm Kenny Rogers, bitch.

[Coyote]

Yeah. I think it's kind of a generational thing too-as an old guy. I also worked as a bouncer prior to joining the Corps. Good bouncers are like good cops in that they diffuse things early vice brawling. Caused me to always have leniency for my Marines before me involved in them. "Best" (best defined by no serious injuries or arrests and damages covered with all participants drinking beers together- like an old western movie) that I was ever in was in Freemantle, Australia in the last century. Fight was after a Rugby match between US Marines and Australian Air Force and was over which is a tougher game :U.S. Football or Australian rules. My squadron had 3 guys with NFL experience and several of us with college football experience. It started when a guy was bragging about how many Aussies get maimed playing Aussie rules. I said that ain't shit we kill or paralyze high school kids every year. Bar was badly torn up, cops wanted no part of it if we all agreed to pay and bar owner bought the bar rounds for the rest of the night. It was basically a cease fire with all getting back to the party, nursing their wounds and chasing women. Funny topic on Christmas Eve. Merry Christmas.

[J Diddy]

Once, about 2 yrs ago.
This douche was being an ass over a poker hand. All it took was a quick right cross and he understood the blind/ante amounts went up every 15 hands or so.
Took his money and his manhood all in one night.

I'm Kenny Rogers, bitch.

You were sporting a deringer in your cuff?

[Earthling]

Two or three while gigging with a band and a couple more because of some asshole or another. None that I ever started. Worst damage on my end was from some asshats' old lady who walloped me over the head from behind with a bottle of Budweiser. Bled like a stuck hog.

[Dayze]

6' 240 is big. So what the fuck was his problem?
Well, I'm not like NFL240, but also not a complete flabby POS. I have broad shoulders, so sometimes it looks like I'm bigger than I am, if that makes sense.


No idea. He was wearing skinny jeans, had a shitty looking beard, and his hair was tied up onto the top of his head. I think he was either drunk or stoned. Either way, I was gonna drop him. This was the type of place where cops are rarely called, and if they show up, no one saw anything etc.

This guy was probably 5'8" and 160lbs . Lol.

[mdchiefsfan]

My most entertaining altercation had to be at work. I was working Loss Prevention at Bass Pro Shops at the time. This was during Christmas in 2008, so needless to say business was good. I spotted a guy grab about 12 North Face jackets which run about $200.00 each. No one buys that many.

I leave the camera room, with my supervisor maintaining the eye in the sky. The guy was a bit smaller, so I felt comfortable on the floor by myself. As I watched him, I noticed him duck into an area that was frequently used to conceal merchandise. I got a decent vantage point since cameras couldn't pick the area up and saw him pop the EAS sensor tags and shove the jackets in his giant Nike bag. These are the situations I enjoy because it is so easy to maintain visual on the stolen merchandise.

He starts to make his way outside, so I run an alternate path to meet him at the exit face to face as he leaves, which gave my supervisor time to leave the camera room and follow him out, creating a sandwich out of him.

As I approached him and identified myself, he reached into his pocket, which makes us LP Agents nervous. I lunged at him and grabbed his wrist as he pulled his hand out of his pocket. I then wrapped my left leg around his right, hooking the back of his knee cap. I used my forward momentum to push him off balance and had him falling backwards. As that started happening my supervisor grabbed him from behind, which stopped our momentum keeping him upright.

I then noticed that I had released his wrist after the impact of my supervisor and he pulled out a canister of pepper spray. He blasted my supervisor in the mouth and eyes with an orange foam. My supervisor drops. with him still facing me, and I facing him, I moved my left leg around his left leg, essentially turning my hip into him and leaned forward with every ounce of strength I had. He went head over heels to the concrete with me following on top of him. As someone mentioned earlier, this may be sounding like I'm trying to come across as a bad ass, but it was very instinctual and not much thought went into the process. It was pretty crazy.

I got him rear mounted and at this time a manager had come out to assist. The manager began to try and work the pepper spray out of his hand as he tried to continuously shoot streams of pepper spray towards me. I rested my head against the shoulder of the arm with the pepper spray to avoid the stream. I grab his wrist as best I could, trying my damnest to get it behind his back so I could cuff him; it wasn't budging. I put my knee into his spine as I shoved my forearm into the side of his face, pressing the other side of his face against the concrete. I began to apply discomfort to provide compliance. I rubbed his head against the concrete as I leaned harder with my knee and worked his arm. The manager finally pried the pepper spray from his hand.

At that point the battle was mostly over. He began to cry that he couldn't breathe, to which I promptly replied, " If you can talk; you can breathe! Stop resisting!" He finally folded and the cuffs were applied with the assistance of another associate who saw the commotion. He was a wiry bastard!

We got the bastard arrested and charge for felony theft, assault, use of police caliber pepper spray, and a bunch of other smaller infractions.

Afterwards my eyes burned like hell! I had to run milk on my eyes to be able to see. The shower after the whole incident may have been the worst part of the whole incident next to the adrenaline dump I felt after I calmed down.

[rockymtnchief]

Been in more than a few. I type too slow to get all the juicy details. Just ask Bwana. I've bored him to death with my stories more than once while downing beers. LMAO

[BigMeatballDave]

No. I might have been in 5 bars in my life. I was never much of a drinker. So little that I have not been intoxicated since May of 92 at my best friend's bachelor party.

I was a 'smoker' :D

[rockymtnchief]

But TBFH here, majority of men on this planet would have still lost the battle with this bull elephant. I was just lucky I caught him at the right age in life. If he was 5 - 10 years younger, we might have gone through the outer wall with me on his back instead of coming to a stop and falling to the floor.

I've fought some tough sumbitches and I've fought some mean sumbitches. Luckily, unlike yourself, I never had to tangle with a tough AND mean sumbitch. I'm sure I'd be much uglier than I am now! :D

BTW...I once saw a 20-something guy around 225 sucker punch a 60-something guy around 180-190 in the bar one night while he was sitting on a bar stool. Before my buddies and I could get up and help the old fella, he knocked the young guy out cold within 3-4 seconds. He was definitely a mean and tough old codger too.

[ROYC75]

So, did your understudy still become a police officer after witnessing that incident?

Nope, said this was too much for him.

[tooge]

Hell no! Fights belong at youth baseball games, not bars

[R8RFAN]

I was in a bar with a buddy of mine who is a Cheaps fan, When the others in the bar attacked him I kicked him in the ribs twice

[seclark]

never been in a bar fight. better things to do in a bar than fight.

i've had the shit beat out of me in a lot of other places, though.
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[beach tribe]

Had a couple friends that I couldn't go to the bar with, without throwing down.

Paul Owens, god rest his soul, and Chad Yates were absolute nightmare's for anyone who wanted to test their mettle.

Never saw, or heard of them ever losing.

Paul was 6'4" 235lbs of Human wrecking machine. Once saw a guy come up behind him and crack his head wide open with a mag light.

That guy was oozing fluids form every hole in his head as it rested against a truck rim when we left....

Man, it was brutal.

I knee'd a guy in the face that same night and had to get 3 rows deep of 15 stitches each in my knee.

I got hit so hard one time that I saw a bright flash of light that slowly faded away as the ringing got louder.

What day is this.......

[stevieray]

Once, about 2 yrs ago.
This douche was being an ass over a poker hand. All it took was a quick right cross and he understood the blind/ante amounts went up every 15 hands or so.
Took his money and his manhood all in one night.

I'm Kenny Rogers, bitch.^Coward of the County^

[beach tribe]

I helped the locals take out the trash many times as a bar tender.

[notorious]

I'm a lover, not a fighter.


I have broken up more than my share, though.

[ClevelandBronco]

My most entertaining altercation had to be at work. I was working Loss Prevention at Bass Pro Shops at the time. This was during Christmas in 2008, so needless to say business was good. I spotted a guy grab about 12 North Face jackets which run about $200.00 each. No one buys that many....

You're looking for the retail environment fight thread.

[gblowfish]

In the late 1970s and early 1980's I was a bouncer (of sorts) in a frat beer bar in Columbia. We didn't sell hard liquor, but sold a shitload of beer and we were the first bar in Columbia to have Coors on tap. That was a really big deal back then, there was no light beer. I worked with a guy named Arnold, who was an ex-Mizzou football player -he was 6-5 and around 300 lbs and scared the shit out of St. Louis frat boys. I was usually the guy who went over first, and told the mis-behaviors to either calm the fuck down or leave, and the next time we chatted, they wouldn't be taking to me, they'd be talking to Arnold, and Arnold don't like white people. One night after MU played Oklahoma, all the drunk Sooner fans were in the bar, and one guy said something about another guy's girlfriend and it was on. It looked like a saloon brawl in Gunsmoke. One of the drunken assholes swung a glass pitcher of beer at my head, I ducked at the last second, he shattered the pitcher into a brick wall behind me and sliced one of his fingers almost clean off. One other guy hit another guy over the head with a chair, and the both crashed out through a big floor to ceiling glass front window onto the sidewalk outside the bar. Arnold literally threw about four of them out the door into the street. Cops showed up a few minutes later. It was kooky. I was OK, the drunken Sooner fans went to jail. That was the only bad one I was ever in. That was around 1979 or 1980.

[siberian khatru]

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[Donger]

No, since I've never been in a bar.

[seclark]

No, since I've never been in a bar.

wtf??? you've never been in a bar? you amaze me, donger.
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[Bwana]

No, since I've never been in a bar.

Really? :hmmm:

[Donger]

wtf??? you've never been in a bar? you amaze me, donger.
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Well, I suppose that depends on how it is defined. I've been to the bar/lounge at hotels and such, but I've never gone out to a bar, if you know what I mean.

[Saul Good]

I did start a thread on here a few years ago about ass kickings. frazod had an epic story.

Should be in the hoc somewhere

Link?

[Bwana]

Been in more than a few. I type too slow to get all the juicy details. Just ask Bwana. I've bored him to death with my stories more than once while downing beers. LMAO

You have some good stories and Merry Christmas buddy! :thumb: I'm taking a year off from going to Belize which means I'll have a lot of vacation time this summer to put more miles on the ATV, shot scary guns and drink some adult beverages, get ready.

[Saccopoo]

My most entertaining alterca...

Not a bar.

Doesn't count.

[TEX]

How'd it work out for you ?

Not good. Broke my hand, got a fractured eye socket and detached retina from some dickhead, with a ring, who sucker punched me from the side. Dude runs off too and got away, along with many who trampled and kicked me on their way out, and I got taken to jail, after the hospital, cuz I couldn't run away too when the cops got there. LMAO

[seclark]

Well, I suppose that depends on how it is defined. I've been to the bar/lounge at hotels and such, but I've never gone out to a bar, if you know what I mean.

well, you've gone to a bar, then...probably not a tavern.
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[rockymtnchief]

You have some good stories and Merry Christmas buddy! :thumb: I'm taking a year off from going to Belize which means I'll have a lot of vacation time this summer to put more miles on the ATV, shot scary guns and drink some adult beverages, get ready.

More beer, bullets and ATV rides (without wrecks) in 2016...affirmative! I'm game! Merry Christmas to you!

p.s. Ordered a bunch of peg board and other shit for the garage. Thanks for all the freebies a couple weeks ago.

['Hamas' Jenkins]

Link?

...

I've been in lots of fights. A few I've won big time, a few were bloody draws, and most of the rest didn't amount to much. But there was that one time.... :grr:

Senior year. Got in a shoving match at lunch with a guy who was picking on one of my friends (really small guy who never fought). The bully in question was well hated, and a fight between us was set for Friday night at the fairgrounds. Fights like this are prime entertainment in small towns, and a good chunk of the high school showed up to watch. Prior to the fight, I listened to Eye of the Tiger (this was 1983) over and over to get psyched out. A friend picked me up. My friend convinced me that I needed to relax (MORON) and handed me a pint of Southern Comfort and a joint. I hit both doob and bottle hard, and was completely ****ed up when we reached the fairgrounds. My friend's van door slides open, I stagger out amid a cloud of pot smoke, take a swing at the guy, miss by a mile, fall over, and then get beat bloody in front of EVERYBODY. I was lucky I didn't lose any teeth, but I had two black eyes, and bruised and blooded everything on my face.

My friends cleaned me up as best they could and dumped me off at home. I was still drunk and high, and scratched the hell out of the front door trying to open it. Finally, I got the key in, turned the knob, pushed open the door and fell flat on my face on the living room floor. When I opened my eyes, I saw my stepmom's toes in front of my face. I looked up at her and said "AW, ****."

So, on top of getting a humiliating asskicking in front of the entire school by a complete asshole, I got grounded for two weeks for getting drunk and fighting (luckily no one detected the pot, or I'm sure I would have got a second beating that night).

The good news - apparently the bully wasn't particularly impressive in beating my semi-conscious body, and somebody else kicked his ass shortly thereafter. He quit bothering people. I also challenged him to a rematch, which he declined. Further, I didn't make excuses - I took my lumps and post-fight abuse like a man. So I learned two important life lessons - never fight when you're drunk/high, and if you get your ass kicked, be honest about it.

[mdchiefsfan]

You're looking for the retail environment fight thread.

Not a bar.

Doesn't count.

:sulk:

[Pasta Little Brioni]

Ever snipe a guy's chick in a bar?

[Pablo]

St. Joe bars were amazing if bar fights were your thing. You were almost guaranteed to see one a weekend if you went out and about. And you could easily get yourself into one if you were so inclined. Been in a couple of fights outside of the bar, nothing to write home about. Just drunk kids being morons.

Did get to see a guy get rolled onto the Belt Highway during a thunderstorm and almost get smashed by a truck. That was pretty cool. Same bar, I was drinking outside on the deck and bullshitting with some people with my back turned to the bar. There was a pool table in the middle of this shit ass tiny room and it was the source of many fights. You couldn't play a game without mashing somebody's ribs with the cue. I turned around to see a full out brawl inside with pool cue smashing and probably 20 people going at it. I stayed on the deck.

[Brock]

I saw a guy in st. Joe get shoved down in a fight in a parking lot, hit his head on the curb, hard. I read in the paper the next day he died, and they were looking for the guy who did it.

[Pablo]

I saw a guy in st. Joe get shoved down in a fight in a parking lot, hit his head on the curb, hard. I read in the paper the next day he died, and they were looking for the guy who did it.Yeah, that's the thing about drunk brawling. You can get yourself killed or kill someone and ruin your life over some dumb drunk bullshit. What bar was this outside of if you remember?

[Toby Waller]

I've been hit by a few bars,yes

[mdchiefsfan]

I've been hit by a few bars,yes

Considering you met your boyfriend behind a few of them as well, color me surprised.

:D

[Rausch]

As far as I remember I've been in at least 9 bar fights and won 1.

Just one.

[mdchiefsfan]

As far as I remember I've been in at least 9 bar fights and won 1.

Just one.

Haha! I can appreciate effort and resiliency.

[Toby Waller]

Considering you met your boyfriend behind a few of them as well, color me surprised.

:D

I said hit by. I didn't say hit on

[Toby Waller]

As far as I remember I've been in at least 9 bar fights and won 1.

Just one.

But she was a really fat girl so it must have been tough for you

[Rausch]

Haha! I can appreciate effort and resiliency.

Stupidity.

I was the Chuck Wepner of bar fights...

[ThaVirus]

Yeah, that's the thing about drunk brawling. You can get yourself killed or kill someone and ruin your life over some dumb drunk bullshit. What bar was this outside of if you remember?


This is one of my biggest fears.

Imagine spending 15 prime years of your life behind bars because of a drunken bar fight. Dude stepped on your shoes or bumped into you or some shit.

Fuck all that.

[Rausch]

But she was a really fat girl so it must have been tough for you

That was exactly it.

I guess I have nothing else to add here...




















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[Pablo]

This is one of my biggest fears.

Imagine spending 15 prime years of your life behind bars because of a drunken bar fight. Dude stepped on your shoes or bumped into you or some shit.

Fuck all that.Yep, or you could be the guy getting knocked the fuck out and never waking up. Or turned into a vegetable.

My brother and I fought a ton as kids and even into our late teenage years. We got in a particularly vicious fight when I was 18 and he was 17. He hit me so hard that he ruptured my appendix. Nothing like an emergency surgery and subsequent medical complications because of something dumb I can't even recall now.

[Rausch]

Yep, or you could be the guy getting knocked the **** out and never waking up. Or turned into a vegetable.

My brother and I fought a ton as kids and even into our late teenage years. We got in a particularly vicious fight when I was 18 and he was 17. He hit me so hard that he ruptured my appendix. Nothing like an emergency surgery and subsequent medical complications because of something dumb I can't even recall now.

It's all fun and games until...

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[Skyy God]

Worked off and on as a doorman in Westport from 1992 to 2002. Been in a my fair share of bar fights and scrapes. Only one arrest and one trip to the ER for being stabbed with a screwdriver.

Had a bum in Amsterdam threaten me with a screwdriver.

[Brock]

Yeah, that's the thing about drunk brawling. You can get yourself killed or kill someone and ruin your life over some dumb drunk bullshit. What bar was this outside of if you remember?

Can't remember the name of it, when I passed through there a few years ago it wasn't there anymore.

[Toby Waller]

Had a bum in Amsterdam threaten me with a screwdriver.

Philips or flathead?

[Oregon chief]

Handful of bar fights when I was in the army. Once, while serving in Germany, a group of my friends got into it with a group of Russians. It was an epic brawl. They got some good shots in but at the end of the day we won. The rest of the night was filled with obnoxious chants of USA USA. great night.

[Skyy God]

Yeah, knocked everything out of place and damaged my L5 disk. Didn't know it at the time, but a year later every time I played softball or swung a golf club after the incident, I felt this slight popping feeling down low in my back. Through the years, it kept getting worst and now to the point I need surgery to repair it. We are going to wait until I get both knees fixed ( 1 repair & 1 replaced. ) Currently I have a rotary cuff tear,I have to get it fixed and addressed before the back issue. Once that is done, they have mentioned the possibility of cutting out bone spurs on my feet.

Yep, I'm a walking wreck.

Ouch. Is your doc recommending a discectomy or fusion?

[Skyy God]

Philips or flathead?

Latter, I think.

I just gave him a euro and he went away.

[Hamwallet]

In my early twenties I was living in Orlando. Broke a bottle over a dudes head twice my size right next to a bouncer, that way it was over fast and I didn't get hit back. I am tall but a twig. Never went back to that bar again. He grabbed my friends ass, she didn't appreciate it so i did what I thought would get me laid. She banged my roommate that night.

[MIAdragon]

I'm an Irish sailor, so yes, yes I have.

[Pasta Little Brioni]

So someone sniped hams girl ROFL

[Hamwallet]

So someone sniped hams girl ROFL

Happens a lot if you try. Lmao. If I get 1 out of 20 I win!

[Saccopoo]

I'm an Irish sailor, so yes, yes I have.

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[oldman]

A couple. Shortly before Christmas break in 1968, 2 of my cousins and I were in the old Jayhawker on Victory Dr. in KCK when the Riggins boys and a couple other KU players came in and wanted to tear up the joint. Let the badasses take over while we all snuck out after getting in a couple shots.
Another in 1969. There was a redneck bar a couple blocks off campus where, if you bought 5 pitchers, the next one was free. Some of the local Neanderthals took exception to one of my roommates hair length, which was half way down his back. Laid mine out with a pool cue and got the hell out of Dodge. Never went back to get our free pitcher.

[eDave]

One fight in my life. 8th grade. I remember it hurt.

I'm a lover now.

[seclark]

One fight in my life. 8th grade. I remember it hurt.

I'm a lover now.

6th grade a dude broke his hand on my forehead. squealed like a stuck pig.
i got that going for me.
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[beach tribe]

I know how this will sound, but there are few things that will get you higher than fight or flight, and you find out what's really inside you when you are faced with it.

That level of focus that you achieve when there are fist and feet and danger all around you....WHOO!!

[Mennonite]

you find out what's really inside you when you are faced with it.


Lots and lots of blood.

[mdchiefsfan]

I said hit by. I didn't say hit on

LMAO

[mdchiefsfan]

Stupidity.

I was the Chuck Wepner of bar fights...

Hey man, you went the distance, but didn't quite close it out; as I said: resiliency.

[mdchiefsfan]

I know how this will sound, but there are few things that will get you higher than fight or flight, and you find out what's really inside you when you are faced with it.

That level of focus that you achieve when there are fist and feet and danger all around you....WHOO!!

You're not kidding. Shit goes to slow motion. But it can take several months and several 3rd person parties to get a full encapsulation of what truly occurred.

[Toby Waller]

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[ThaVirus]

He grabbed my friends ass, she didn't appreciate it so i did what I thought would get me laid. She banged my roommate that night.


Noooooooooooooo

LMAO

[Pasta Little Brioni]

Noooooooooooooo

LMAO

Whilst the ham man jerked himself to sleep listening in his adjacent room

[TimBone]

Not in a bar, but nearly on the patio of my local watering hole I go to all the time during riding season for bike night, and other music nights.

I was sitting talking with a childhood /lifelong family aquintance etc, and two guys walk up and start talking to my buddy. He introduces me and I extend my hand for a handshake, smile and say "hey, I'm Dayze. Good to meet you man". And he sort of just snarled his lip, let out a "pfffffft" from his mouth and sort of rolled his eyes.


II just sort of laughed and was like whatever dude. My buddy, although I couldn't really hear him exactly, pretty much was like wtf dude, that was rude (to the other guy, not me). They went back and forth a bit, and I said something like "yeah, where I come from, that was pretty messed up"

Dude then sort of kneels a bit closer and goes "why do I gotta shake your hand...."harley Davidson man"?. I had on my retro harley leather that had the white Harley Davidson letters across the front. And as he said it, he slowed his speech down a bit and acted like he was reading it. When he finished, he looked me in the eyes like I was short , then stood back up.

My fuse was lit at that point. I stood up, got nose to nose and yelled "you don't gotta shake shit, mother fucker. Fuck you. ". I'm not big, I. About 6' 240, but with my riding boots I'm near 6'2". As soon as I stood up I could tell he was like oh shit. Little hipster motherfucker. Told him to get the fuck out and go inside. He sort of flenched with each syllable as I yelled, turn his shit and went inside. Saw him inside when I got a beer as he was at the bar, so I ordered mine next to him, and while I waited I just leaned on the bar and looked at him while he was looking outwards leaning against the bar on his back. Didn't even make eye contact. LMAO.

I'm usually mellow, but sometimes shit like that will set me off. Hard to describe on CP, but it wasn't what he said but how he said it . All condescending,smug, and cocky. Fuck that, you're not talking to me like that without being called out. Dude was literally about two seconds from getting slammed. If he would've said any other shit like he did initially, I would've swung.



Probably was fearful of my goatee and camero.
I'll still whoop yo' ass for liking cream cheese and cashew pizza.

[ROYC75]

Ouch. Is your doc recommending a discectomy or fusion?

Fusion, but that was 5 years ago, we lost what insurance we had until now. Now we have to start that evaluation all over. I'm suppose to get the left knee replaced 1st, then the right knee, then the shoulder 3rd, finally following up on the back after we get the knees done.That is going to be a lot of rehab in the next 2 years.

[Pasta Little Brioni]

I'll still whoop yo' ass for liking cream cheese and cashew pizza.

He deserves one for that....wow

[Jiu Jitsu Jon]

One time a guy tried to punch me for dancing with his woman but I moved at the last second and he hit his woman instead. An all out brawl ensued, Eddie Rabbit was playing on the jukebox, people were going through windows, tables... Someone even went sliding face first across the bar. And that's why I'm not allowed in Applebee's anymore.

[Dayze]

I wish I could remember all the toppings on it. Just a few dollops of cream cheese an cashews (in addition to the other ingredients) is all I can recall.

COME AT ME BROS

[suzzer99]

Like 6 on 6 outside of Davey's Uptown. It did not end well for us. Some dude with a cast broke the bone above my buddy's eye. Another guy broke ribs. I got poked in the eye.

[Halfcan]

I think I would need a separate thread to list all the bar fights I was in back in the day.

Every wed. on Pine St. at CMSU was drinking / fight night.

[ThaVirus]

Like 6 on 6 outside of Davey's Uptown. It did not end well for us. Some dude with a cast broke the bone above my buddy's eye. Another guy broke ribs. I got poked in the eye.


Damn, B. Nobody in your crew had them hands?

[suzzer99]

Half of my crew had never been in a fight before. The other group was a bunch of gearhead punks who fought a lot. They were associated with some band I can't remember the name - something like The Machinists - but not that.

[Buehler445]

Yeah a few here and there.Never worked out good for anyone so far.

I want it on record that I'm glad I wasn't in those bars. Hope all is well, bud.

Never been in one, thank god. I'm pretty sure I was fairly close once. In college I was in the "nerd" fraternity; dry house, always won the GPA trophy. Anyway, we had managed to recruit some guys that were not totally worthless athletically and won IFC softball. We never won any of the sports. We could periodically be competitive, but usually we would have to rely on somebody that gave less than no fucks about sports on IFC day. The team we beat in the championship was all about sports. Like championship of the world shit. They hinged their entire worth on sports and just got beat by the guys that never win. It couldn't even be one of the other ones that care about sports. It was us. When we played them in flag football a bunch of them got ejected for laying some pretty mean hits and trying to fight this kid we had that was like 5'4 120, but elusive as fuck, so they couldn't ever grab his flags, so they'd just hit him. Needless to say they weren't fond of losing to us (even though they won by a couple scores in football).

So after we won, my buddy and I went to the local dive our other buddy worked at to celebrate. We ate some food, played some pool, nothing serious. In walks 40 guys from that fraternity, drunk and pissed as hell. I've never paid a tab and bolted so fast in my entire life. I'm a pretty big dude and was in decent shape then and my buddy was a tough son of a bitch, but we wanted no part of the asskicking that was about to ensue. I'm pretty sure they were to drunk/dumb to figure out who we were before we bolted, but that would not have ended well.

My buddy that worked there said it was probably wise that we left. They were epic pissed at our fraternity.

[Jiu Jitsu Jon]

I want it on record that I'm glad I wasn't in those bars. Hope all is well, bud.

Never been in one, thank god. I'm pretty sure I was fairly close once. In college I was in the "nerd" fraternity; dry house, always won the GPA trophy. Anyway, we had managed to recruit some guys that were not totally worthless athletically and won IFC softball. We never won any of the sports. We could periodically be competitive, but usually we would have to rely on somebody that gave less than no ****s about sports on IFC day. The team we beat in the championship was all about sports. Like championship of the world shit. They hinged their entire worth on sports and just got beat by the guys that never win. It couldn't even be one of the other ones that care about sports. It was us. When we played them in flag football a bunch of them got ejected for laying some pretty mean hits and trying to fight this kid we had that was like 5'4 120, but elusive as ****, so they couldn't ever grab his flags, so they'd just hit him. Needless to say they weren't fond of losing to us (even though they won by a couple scores in football).

So after we won, my buddy and I went to the local dive our other buddy worked at to celebrate. We ate some food, played some pool, nothing serious. In walks 40 guys from that fraternity, drunk and pissed as hell. I've never paid a tab and bolted so fast in my entire life. I'm a pretty big dude and was in decent shape then and my buddy was a tough son of a bitch, but we wanted no part of the asskicking that was about to ensue. I'm pretty sure they were to drunk/dumb to figure out who we were before we bolted, but that would not have ended well.

My buddy that worked there said it was probably wise that we left. They were epic pissed at our fraternity.

You can't tell a fraternity story on here and not name names. Which fraternity are you in and which fraternity was going to kill you?

[WhawhaWhat]

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[Pasta Little Brioni]

Packfan?

[ThaVirus]

Half of my crew had never been in a fight before. The other group was a bunch of gearhead punks who fought a lot. They were associated with some band I can't remember the name - something like The Machinists - but not that.


I feel you, bro.

I actually haven't been in a fight in my adult life.

[ThaVirus]

I'm kind of curious as to whether I could handle myself or not.

I work out frequently and I know I have good strength for my size, but there's no substitute for actual fighting experience.

Hopefully I go to my grave without ever having to find out...

[Pasta Little Brioni]

Virus is a Ninja

[SAUTO]

I'm kind of curious as to whether I could handle myself or not.

I work out frequently and I know I have good strength for my size, but there's no substitute for actual fighting experience.

Hopefully I go to my grave without ever having to find out... you never really know how you are going to react when someone punches you in the face until it happens.

[ThaVirus]

you never really know how you are going to react when someone punches you in the face until it happens.


Exactly.

Am I a little bitch at heart? Will I fold the first punch I take? Would I rag doll a motherfucker like it ain't no thang?

Find out next time on Dragonball Z!

[ThaVirus]

Virus is a Ninja


HoustonWhoDat hack your account?

[SAUTO]

Exactly.

Am I a little bitch at heart? Will I fold the first punch I take? Would I rag doll a motherfucker like it ain't no thang?

Find out next time on Dragonball Z!
I've seen big tough looking guy's go down like a street whore after 20 bucks and guys who look like a ten year olds take some crazy shots.

[Mr. Laz]

Nobody ever wins a fight

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[SAUTO]

Nobody ever wins a fight

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That's what people who have never won one say all the time...
I've won, and lost, plenty in my time. I'm on a pretty good winning streak right now though.

[ChiefsCountry]

Never been in one. I'm normally the one who goes and shields/protect the chicks from it. Always use any moment for an excuse to get laid. Broke a few up, but that can be a stupid thing to do as well.

[Halfcan]

I feel you, bro.

I actually haven't been in a fight in my adult life.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with this. Consider yourself lucky.

When I was young I Had to fight growing up. Bad neighborhood with a lot of druggies and bullies. Countless times I took a beating, had to run home directly off the bus, got jumped at the basketball courts, ect. ect. That was just the way it was.

Then came the day I grew and held my own. I was not scared anymore. But had that anger in me from being bullied and actually became the bully. It was just the natural progression. I didn't pick on helpless little kids-but targeted the assholes. All of us that grew up together kind of looked out for the younger generation coming up-of course we gave them shit, but no where close to what I went through.

[Valiant]

Yes and no.

seen a shit ton, but most of my friends, actually all of my friends dont start trouble. I was the biggest at 6'2" 240. Fatter now since i started 3rd shift.

well i am talking up a nice blonde for a while. I guess two frat guys she knows come up and sits down at our table. Starts mocking me, normally i just ignore but one of those rare instances i am not putting up with it. Tell him if he keeps running his trap i am going to bitch slap him like the bitch he is. He laughed and repeats what i said in whiny baby talk.

i burst out of my chair and open palm smack him off of his onto the floor. His buddy was in fight mode until i said something along the lines you can either stickup for pos friend or leave.

by this time the bar was dead silent and the bartenders were there. I slapped the fucker so hard he couldn't stand. He needed help out. The other complained to the bartendersof me hitting his friend. They just so and told them to get out and not come back. All my drinks were free that night as i knew the bartenders.

i did not score with the girl. She left shortly after that. Which worked out in the end. She got outed online and elsewhere for giving a std you cant cure.

[frankotank]

Bwana told me a few of the stories over some cold ones. His bite, scratch, and pinch combination have put an end to some hairy situations.

HEY!
that's my finishing move! :D

[Clyde Frog]

Yep, unfortunately. Ended quite a few of them as well. I was a bouncer for a while back in my early 30s. Did it to pick up chicks since I wasn't drinking at the time and didn't really have a lot of money. Besides having to deal with drunk assholes and rapists (dudes with roofies) it was easy money and lots of chicks :)

[ThaVirus]

i did not score with the girl. She left shortly after that. Which worked out in the end. She got outed online and elsewhere for giving a std you cant cure.


You dodged that bullet, for sure.

[frankotank]

I graduated from high school in 83. The world was an entirely different place back then. I frequented Pine Street (bar street as it’s known) in Warrensburg from the time I turned 16. A 16 year old kid could get a pitcher of beer at the loft no questions asked. I’m not proud to say I’ve been in more than a few scuffles….but I AM proud to say I never started one! I’ve ALWAYS hated a bully. Anyways….like I said…the world was a different place back then. You’d trade some blows and it wasn’t a big deal. Hell on bar street cops would be involved and rarely would someone be taken away in a cop car. God all the fights at Bodies! Hell they couldn’t take everyone to jail!

Nowadays your ass goes to jail….directly to jail….do not pass go!

But I’ve seen some shit man. And easily the best best BEST was at a little bar in Knob Noster. I don’t even remember the name of it….but I think it was called Robs place. I was at the bar and had just got myself a nice fresh beer when the shit hit the fan. I don’t know who started it or what happened but it was some serious shit man. It escalated very quickly and like a plague…it seemed to spread thru the crowd. From my spot at the bar I could just see the fight…spread…to more people. Some of them could not possibly know why they were even fighting! Wild round houses often hit the wrong mark….and then you got another guy in the fray. Just crazy. None of my homies were involved so I took a seat and watched. It escalated even more….now people are picking up chairs and throwing them. Just craziness. It was like a freaking western bar fight in a movie. Several times I had to grab me beer and step back to avoid some guy being thrown onto the bar….or duck a chair. LOL……DUCK A CHAIR MAN! Just knucking futs! I’m at the end of the bar in a corner and mostly was left alone. At one point a guy throws another guy on the bar and socks him a couple time…then turns and looks at me. I was like…fuuuu. I slid my beer out of my way and stood up. We looked at each other for a few seconds and the crazy bastard turns and wades back into the fray. I pulled my beer back to me and sat down again. The only time I ever saw someone break a beer bottle over someones head was at this fight. There was some bloody dudes in that room. I was still at the bar when the cops got there. Took ‘em a while to get to me what with throwing folks in cuffs and what not. Asked my what happened and I honestly didn’t know. But it was one helluva show.

[ThaVirus]

Do bouncers get pussy?

I've seen tons of whores downtown talking to cops outside of bars/clubs but don't think I've ever seen bouncers swimming in the pussy..

[seclark]

Do bouncers get pussy?

I've seen tons of whores downtown talking to cops outside of bars/clubs but don't think I've ever seen bouncers swimming in the pussy..

one time i saw a bouncer getting a hand job from one of the dancers while he was taking money at the front door of a strip joint. dude was in a great mood.
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[seclark]

one time i saw a bouncer getting a hand job from one of the dancers while he was taking money at the front door of a strip joint. dude was in a great mood.
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oh yeah...i told him to keep the change.
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[Boise_Chief]

Nobody ever wins a fight

https://i.ytimg.com/vi/UlQhnGWyQGw/hqdefault.jpg

I disagree, I got jumped by 3 guys in a bar 2 years ago. The wife was inspired for a couple of months after. I haven't had that much crazy sex since my honeymoon. I guess my wife forgot who she married.

[ThaVirus]

You got your ass kicked and your wife got turned on?

That's strange. Be careful in the future. She'll turn you into a cuckold.

[DaNewGuy]

You got your ass kicked and your wife got turned on?

That's strange. Be careful in the future. She'll turn you into a cuckold.

LMAO

[Halfcan]

I graduated from high school in 83. The world was an entirely different place back then. I frequented Pine Street (bar street as it’s known) in Warrensburg from the time I turned 16. A 16 year old kid could get a pitcher of beer at the loft no questions asked. I’m not proud to say I’ve been in more than a few scuffles….but I AM proud to say I never started one! I’ve ALWAYS hated a bully. Anyways….like I said…the world was a different place back then. You’d trade some blows and it wasn’t a big deal. Hell on bar street cops would be involved and rarely would someone be taken away in a cop car. God all the fights at Bodies! Hell they couldn’t take everyone to jail!

Nowadays your ass goes to jail….directly to jail….do not pass go!

But I’ve seen some shit man. And easily the best best BEST was at a little bar in Knob Noster. I don’t even remember the name of it….but I think it was called Robs place. I was at the bar and had just got myself a nice fresh beer when the shit hit the fan. I don’t know who started it or what happened but it was some serious shit man. It escalated very quickly and like a plague…it seemed to spread thru the crowd. From my spot at the bar I could just see the fight…spread…to more people. Some of them could not possibly know why they were even fighting! Wild round houses often hit the wrong mark….and then you got another guy in the fray. Just crazy. None of my homies were involved so I took a seat and watched. It escalated even more….now people are picking up chairs and throwing them. Just craziness. It was like a freaking western bar fight in a movie. Several times I had to grab me beer and step back to avoid some guy being thrown onto the bar….or duck a chair. LOL……DUCK A CHAIR MAN! Just knucking futs! I’m at the end of the bar in a corner and mostly was left alone. At one point a guy throws another guy on the bar and socks him a couple time…then turns and looks at me. I was like…fuuuu. I slid my beer out of my way and stood up. We looked at each other for a few seconds and the crazy bastard turns and wades back into the fray. I pulled my beer back to me and sat down again. The only time I ever saw someone break a beer bottle over someones head was at this fight. There was some bloody dudes in that room. I was still at the bar when the cops got there. Took ‘em a while to get to me what with throwing folks in cuffs and what not. Asked my what happened and I honestly didn’t know. But it was one helluva show.

Yep I got into two fights at Bodies. A pussy frat that I hated used to hang out in there. Two of my most vicious fights were at that damned place. I still have a scar on my head from getting jumped there.

I had a lot of bad blood with those guys. Five fight in all. Their frat house was directly across the street from my friends Kelly's house and I lived around the corner from them.

[Boise_Chief]

You got your ass kicked and your wife got turned on?

That's strange. Be careful in the future. She'll turn you into a cuckold.

Knowing this place I saw this coming. Maybe I'll tell the story after I finish lunch

[DaNewGuy]

Knowing this place I saw this coming. Maybe I'll tell the story after I finish lunch

Whatchu eatin for lunch?

[Boise_Chief]

Chicken enchiladas pretty tasty actually.

[DaNewGuy]

Chicken enchiladas pretty tasty actually.

:clap:

[ThaVirus]

Knowing this place I saw this coming. Maybe I'll tell the story after I finish lunch


Please do..

[Boise_Chief]

Okay I'll try to get through this quick so I can get back to work.

I'm 45 now and haven't been in a scrape since just out of high school. I certainly wasn't looking for trouble on that night.

My wife and I and 2 other couples went out for a date night. We are all good friends and we do alot together, camping hunting etc.

So we all went out to dinner and caught a movie which finished about 10. We were heading back to our friends house and she suggests we stop and have drink first as she had just had twins and had the sitter till midnight.

We stop in this little bar in Kuna. Kuna is a little dairy town just outside of Boise that still retains that small town, cowboy feel.

We go in and the girls load up the jukebox while we grab drinks and beers. We are having a good time as we always do. After a while this drunk comes up and asks my wife to dance. She tells him no sorry I'm here with my husband. He sways there for a few seconds turns to me and says, Thash a nish stripe-ed shirt.
Im dressed business casual, slacks and a button down. I reply, gret thanks?? I turn away and go back to my conversation not really thinking about the guy. He's just another drunk having a good time.

15 minutes later I decide its time to dump beer and head to the bathroom. This bathroom is pretty small. One stall and 2 urinals maybe 8x10 or so. I'm in there all alone, and as I'm finishing up I hear guys just outside the door.

Guy 1 says I don't know what to do.
Guy 2 replys Just go in there say some shit and hit him.

At this moment I still have my best friend in my hand and think Oh crap I'm the only one in here. I hurriedly zip up and turn around.

In comes drunky mcdrunkerson and his pal through the door. Drunky says. Washh up pussy. And starts circling to my left, hia pal stays there so now I have one in front and one in behind me. I grew up in logging towns and I know what is up.

I reply Hey if you're trying to start a fight its not that hard. And Drunky takes a half step twords me and starts to say something that never gets out. I grab him by the face and drive his head theough the wall next to the urinal.

I spin around and pal 1 is coming at me and steps into the best timed/hardest punch I've ever landed. He goes down like I cut his legs off. I turn and pal 2 is on his way in.

Now I grew up knowing the last place you want to get your ass kicked is a tiny bathroom with a piss covered floor. So I grab pal 2 up under the shoulderpads as it where and out we go into the bar.

I turn and pal 2 and I fight our way down the bar. I hear my wife yell Hey Bar Fight!! .... Oh shit! It's Sean!!!

About 3/4ths the way down the bar I see drunky and a few seconds later pal 1 come out of the bathroom running our way.
I stop at the end of the bar and just fight there so only one and ahalf of them can get to me at the same time.

By this time my friends get over there and drunky gets around us and tries to get behind me. My wife clotheslines me to the side of the neck to keep me from getting clocked from behind.

My friends and the other patrons grab the guys and force them outside. We drink for free till closing and have to call a cab to get home.