So when was the last time you've been in a fight?

[ballmode]

Me and my friend fought over sleeping with your mom, op.

 

[BoomerD]

When I was young, we used to fight out of sheer boredom. Every day it was Fight Club...(well, sort of...) Once I became a teenager, I enrolled in Tae Kwan Do, till my sensei kicked me out...he believed I was going to use my knowledge for bad things...:roll: I enrolled in an "informal martial arts academy" taught by a very strange fellow...with a strange name. Sterling Peacock. He was a Kenpo black belt, and taught a mix of disciplines. 3 or 4 different Karate disciplines, Kung Fu, Thai boxing, American boxing, some Judo thrown in for balance...and bare-knuckle fisticuffs. He belived that in a fight, You hit a man no more than 5 times. Twice to send him to the ground, twice on the way down, and once more while he was on the ground to make sure he stayed down.

When I enlisted in Uncle Sam's Misguided Children, we'd spar just to keep our skills up, and hand to hand combat was always fun.

Since I've "grown up," I haven't been in an actual "fisticuffs" fight in over 30 years. Haven't needed to. The occasional pushing match here and there, but nothing much beyond that.

Oh yeah....I forgot...I've been married almost 34 years. That's fight enough for any man...

 

[Synomenon]

Originally posted by: flunky nassau
So when was the last time you've been in a fight?

When I was 7. I grew up so I never got into other fights.

 

[glenn beck]

Me and my friends(Haight, Spike, James) were walking downtown , Spike giving me grief about looking like a preppy.

?You need to ditch that shirt Ritalin. You look like a college boy. Who wants to go to the College Boy Festival of Animation??

The spare change kids had changed or I had or both but the ratio of little idiots to nice happy camping kids was way out of wack. I went to flyer two Asian girls and not speaking English they didn?t understand what the hell I wanted. A crusty panhandler jumped up and yelled at them in mock Chinese, or Vietnames or some stange combination.

?Ho chi wong dong kung dung pow bitch.?

The girls ran off scared out of their wits and I confronted the crusty. ?What the fuck was that you little asshole??

?You calling me an asshole??

?You are an asshole. That was totally lame.?

He kept yelling and carrying on as Spike and James got further down the road. I decided to just leave it be so I turned to split but the kid pushed me. I turned and punched him in the face. This put him on the ground and made me feel bad. He looked like he was fine so I kept walking. I caught up with Spike and James just as the kid caught up with me.

?I?m gonna kick your ass!? he was screaming. Spike and James are both broad shouldered intimidating looking guys and they puffed up and told him to fuck off, which he did for a moment. We started walking again, but then, as I was halfway across and intersection, standing in the street, he shoved me again. I turned with my fist ready.

?Dude, your nose is bleeding. I don?t want to hit you again.?

He tried to kick me but his baggy pants stopped his foot literally halfway to his target, my balls. I started laughing and continued walking. Than I heard a primal crazy scream. I turned to see him running up the street after me again. I had just passed another panhandling kid who jumped up and caught the crusty before he reached me slamming him against a storefront window which somehow didn?t break.

?He called me an asshole!? the kid yelled.

?Well you are an asshole.? His friend countered. I kept walking. Thing were in good hands.

Spike took the story and ran with it. ?Ritalin punched some homeless kid.? Came first. Then it was, ?Shit, Ritalin can?t stop punching people, employees, crippled homeless kids?? eventually it evolved to ?So this homeless guy in a wheelchair tries to hand Ritalin a flower and Ritalin goes crazy and punches him right in his face.?

I took the story over from there. ?Yeah, it was great. I hit him and the chair goes flying backwards down one of them steep SF streets, and he?s trying to communicate through the little speak and spell box cuz he?s like a Stephan Hawking type guy but he?s hitting the wrong button and the box keeps going ?masterbate, masterbate, masterbate? and I?m thinking, damn, whats he need that word for anyway.? Spike the Shit Eater gave up and just waited for the cat shit eating story to die.

 

[Bibble]

The last time I fought was 6th or 7th grade, with one of my best friends, actually. He was being a prick and kept slapping me with a baseball cap (I don't remember whether it was his or mine). Eventually I had enough tried to pin him to the ground. He fought back and we grappled around until we were out of breath. Nothing came of it and we remained friends for a long time afterwards.

 

[Squisher]

1994, when that guy broke into my house.

 

[weflyhigh]

I was suspended from high school a few times for fights

some were lame like one time I sat in some kid's seat at lunch apparently and told him to fuck off so he tossed his macaroni salad in the air and it landed funny on the table and splashed on to me so i jumped up tackled him and punched him a few times before getting broken up

some were more serious like once a kid was getting in to a fight with one of my friends which i expected would happen... they started fighting outside at lunch and a pretty big circle formed and then one of the other kids friends ran in and threw a kick or two at my friend (who was getting his ass kicked lol)... at which point i went and pushed him out of the way and we started fighting. then the big black teachers assistant person ran up eventually and pushed me to the side, but i pushed him back and he tripped over his feet... that one was bad haha

most recently... at college (drunk), I (a flyers fan) was with my 2 friends (penguins fans) and we go to a college where its completely divided so it gets really heated. it was about a month or so ago when they played in the playoffs and we were at the bus stop and some flyers fans walked by wearing jerseys and talking shit on the pens and my 2 friends are passionate and started talking shit back. one of the flyers fans was a dweeb but the other was pretty big. my 2 friends started walking with them asking to fight and telling them to stfu and stuff and then eventually in some random side-street the fighting started. it was awkward for me because i didnt want a not-fair fight, so i just stood there. but eventually the dweeb started jogging off and then the other one left because of that too. no cops.
it was funny when we walked back to the bus because my one friend literally broke his hand on the dweeb's face (had his thumb inside his fist on his last punch.. idk why??) so he was holding that and i had to give him my polo because his shirt ripped completely, so i was wearing a small undershirt, he had my polo on inside out and popped collar and my 2nd friend had a huge rip down the entire side of his shirt

 

[Modelworks]

When I was 15, dad was drunk when I got home from school. My brother and I would make a signal to the other one of a guy drinking a beer if dad was drunk so the other one knew to stay clear. I should have gone somewhere else but I had to use the bathroom. As soon as I came in he started with the usual insulting words and harassment, which I had become good at ignoring. Only this time he got pissed because I was ignoring him so he pushed me pretty hard and I fell against the drywall and my elbow went through it. I got so angry that I just lost it , got up and started swinging. He never touched me again . That was about 25 years ago. He quit drinking about 15 years ago and doesn't even recall what he was like then.