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Anyone here ever get in any physical fights?
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2019-06-11 at 2:07 AM UTC126 fights none in 4 years though a personal best. Peace is best.
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2019-06-11 at 2:49 AM UTC
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2019-06-11 at 3:53 PM UTCThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2019-06-11 at 6 PM UTC
Originally posted by infinityshock lasciviously lambasted lanny the lactating leprechauns longing larynx with large loads of laptoplolli-pop launched love lube leaving the little lads lips lacerated, limpkin lactating, and labia languishing with lockjaw. (banned) all of them end with him curled up in a corner, sucking his thumb, and his asshole gushing various bodily fluids…most of which came from someone elses body. or more accurately…testicles
You're pretty frothy for someone who regularly ogles kr0z's meat -
2019-06-11 at 6:35 PM UTCnigger
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2019-06-11 at 6:39 PM UTCi'm not sitting here typing for the next 3 days about this shit.
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2019-06-11 at 7:02 PM UTCMy funniest one punch fight was when, my ex wife's, new husband called me a son of a bitch while in his car while pulling out of my drive..He wasn't used to the car yet, and thought the window would stop going down when he released button..
Well it didn't.. I ran over, and punched the fuck out of him.. It scared my young son who was in the car, but damn that felt good.. It stopped the ex from fucking with me too.. -
2019-06-11 at 7:07 PM UTCThis one guy, a black gang member in a jogging suit, started dancing around and asking me what I was going to do. So I got in as close as I could, looked to the left as a distraction, and then blasted him a right hook that sent him flying up and over a concrete flowerbed. He landed right on his ass, then jumped up in a big dramatic fashion, and jumped down on the pavement and started squaring off, so I squared off, too. We went around in a circle a couple of times and I was looking for openings, then I came in fast and low and drove my fist sideways and up into the spot where his jaw meets his skull. He went halfway down and I blasted him another right that just ticked the tip of his nose. Then he came right at me, and I backed up quickly and sidestepped while at the same time blasting another right directly on target to his temple. He flew back and went down like a sack of potatoes, with his eyes rolled back in his head and all I could see was whites. Then he started doing the chicken, so I stopped and just looked down at him, and the 20 or so people who had gathered in a circle to watch all started yelling at me to finish him off. But I don't hit a guy when he's out, just out of principal, so just in case he could still hear, I said, "See? You're not so tough as you thought, eh?", and I walked away. I got a couple of blocks away, and then one of my friends shouted "Look out!", but I had no clue what he was talking about. Next thing I know, the clown I had just knocked out cold was flying through the air behind me and landed directly on my back, with his knees locked on each side, and started blasting shots to the side of my head, all the while riding my back. After taking at least 5 good shots straight to both sides of my head, I flipped him over directly in front of me and started wailing on his face with left and right shots. I got him down and kneed him right in the head and got him in a headlock, then at least three cop cars came squealing in with tires smoking, so I let him go and booked it into an arcade across the street and out the back door and escaped. They got him and cuffed him up and took him to hospital, I heard later.
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2019-06-11 at 7:15 PM UTC
Originally posted by -SpectraL This one guy, a black gang member in a jogging suit, started dancing around and asking me what I was going to do. So I got in as close as I could, looked to the left as a distraction, and then blasted him a right hook that sent him flying up and over a concrete flowerbed. He landed right on his ass, then jumped up in a big dramatic fashion, and jumped down on the pavement and started squaring off, so I squared off, too. We went around in a circle a couple of times and I was looking for openings, then I came in fast and low and drove my fist sideways and up into the spot where his jaw meets his skull. He went halfway down and I blasted him another right that just ticked the tip of his nose. Then he came right at me, and I backed up quickly and sidestepped while at the same time blasting another right directly on target to his temple. He flew back and went down like a sack of potatoes, with his eyes rolled back in his head and all I could see was whites. Then he started doing the chicken, so I stopped and just looked down at him, and the 20 or so people who had gathered in a circle to watch all started yelling at me to finish him off. But I don't hit a guy when he's out, just out of principal, so just in case he could still hear, I said, "See? You're not so tough as you thought, eh?", and I walked away. I got a couple of blocks away, and then one of my friends shouted "Look out!", but I had no clue what he was talking about. Next thing I know, the clown I had just knocked out cold was flying through the air behind me and landed directly on my back, with his knees locked on each side, and started blasting shots to the side of my head, all the while riding my back. After taking at least 5 good shots straight to both sides of my head, I flipped him over directly in front of me and started wailing on his face with left and right shots. I got him down and kneed him right in the head and got him in a headlock, then at least three cop cars came squealing in with tires smoking, so I let him go and booked it into an arcade across the street and out the back door and escaped. They got him and cuffed him up and took him to hospital, I heard later.
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2019-06-11 at 7:29 PM UTC
Originally posted by larrylegend8383 Just nipping the tip of someone's nose is blasting them? You a bad man.
If that punch had of connected, he would probably would have had a smashed cheekbone and broken nose out of it. Lucky. Next night, at the exact same time as the fight, I went back to the same spot to see if he was there. I looked around, but didn't see him. So I went into the arcade across the street and looked down into one of those race car driving games, and there he was, inside, sitting down alone, driving the game. I went and stood beside the game and leaned up against it, and his head was about 18 inches away from my fist, but I just watched him play the game for at least two minutes. Then he finally glanced up and saw me standing right there, and shot up and out of there like a jackrabbit and kept saying, "what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?". So I put my face right in his, so my face was about three inches from his face, and asked him if he wanted to go another round, outside, but he just kept blabbing and asking me what I was going to do. Right then, no joke, at least 15-20 black people who had been playing the games in the arcade all got around me really fast in a tight circle and started bashing me in the top of the head and grabbing onto my hair and yelling at me, so I had to curl my head into my arms to keep from getting bashed and finally broke my way out of them and got through the door and outside. They all stayed inside. Then I went and gathered a group of about 15 of my own friends and we all went back there and we ambushed them inside, and a few outside, and beat the living fuck out of them as they fled in the street. They never came back. I kept going back to see if they'd come back, but they never did. And my little friend in the jogging suit disappeared as well. -
2019-06-11 at 7:35 PM UTCniggerThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2019-06-11 at 7:35 PM UTCniggerThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2019-06-11 at 7:37 PM UTCOh, yeah.. and when the mob of black people jumped me, there was an old black guy among them, and while I was crouched down shielding my head from the blows, he grabbed one of my wrists and I looked up and he locked eyes with me for a good three seconds, just fixed his eyes and locked them right onto mine like glue, and he had this look on him which was one of part concern, part terror, part insistence. A really spooky look. This guy was totally out of place. I'll never forget it. It was like a supernatural moment, frozen in time. That was when I managed to break free and just managed to get out.
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2019-06-11 at 7:52 PM UTC
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2019-06-11 at 8:04 PM UTCThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2019-06-11 at 8:14 PM UTCThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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