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    I went to a party on friday night. The music was jumping, the girls were cute (but the D girl wasnt there...) And the drinks were REALLY flowing freely. Being the ever so conscious guy I am, I decided not to drink to get drunk and slowly space out my drinks. One of my friends drank a little too much, and he was yelling and being a drunken moron. I was talking to some friends and all of a sudden, that idiot tackles me from behind and starts whaling on the back of my head. I turtle up and manage to get out into a guard, sweep, then easily got the mount because the guy was uncoordinated from being drunk. Seeing that it was my friend, I decided to let him go. I walk off and laugh it off cause he sure in hell didnt know what he was doing.

    2 min. later the same idiotic friend tackles me again, but I was able to see it and I just clinched and got a takedown into a mount right away. I told him to stop. This continued on for 6 separate occasions, finally I gave him a keylock! The poor guy yelped and promised to stop attacking me.
    But at this point, I was getting a little peeved cause he was cutting down on my action time with talking with the girls. After I took a piss, my friend comes out of no where with a honest to god sword! (My friend collects swords and leaves them lying around as display pieces at his house) he was yelling "Hey Steven!!! Im going to cut you up bitch!" My friend grabbed his arm from behind and we finally decided to tie him up.

    Nevertheless, my friend didnt have a clue on what happened in the morning. I told him I am never ever drinking with him again.

    What a night....

  • #2
    Sounds like you need new friends.

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    • #3
      LMAO, That party sounded phucking DOPE! Wish I was there :-}

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      • #4
        "Nevertheless, my friend didnt have a clue on what happened in the morning. I told him I am never ever drinking with him again."


        Probably a good decision.





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        • #5
          It happened to me too. One time I was at a party in a friend house, the house was still under construction and the booze was flowing freely. I was flirting with a girl when suddenly her boyfriend start talkins sht to me. I apologized (dumb move:weakness sign...), telling him that I didn't knew that she was his girlfriend. The party continued and I was relaxing in another room, when the guy entered and continued to talk sht... I apologized, getting nearer and nearer and then I forced him into a small cabinet with kicks; he was bleeding because I got him in the face, and then a friend of the guy appeared with a large kitchen knife. He agitated it in front of me, but he wasn't really serious, I guess... I backpedaled and found a small hammer on the floor, I throwed it at him and it hitted square in the face, LOL!; the rest was pure beating...I pushed him halfway outside a window, and if it weren't for a girl screaming like crazy I would have hurled him outside (4th floor...). I got real pissed back then...

          And to add insult to injury I was never invited in the house again...

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          • #6

            "I got real pissed back then..."


            Better than breaking open a high school door, pushing my friend around the room for "not letting me in the room", and slamming a bread knife through a table, cutting my own hand in the process while cursing everyone out.

            Or, having co-workers lock themselves in the office from me when my anger got the best of me on another occasion...

            Yeah, I kinda know the feeling, Underdog.

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            • #7
              what a dumbass...

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              • #8
                YT:

                Dude, you should have just put the guy to sleep.

                Come on, 7 times, he tries to do some stupid sheeeet?

                All it takes is one time and then they go down, ok, if he was a friend, then you give him some slack, but 6 + 1?

                I would have tried to sober him up, how about a facial in the toilet bowl, maybe one which wasn't flushed yet? HA!

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                • #9
                  Yeah I was seriously thinking of putting him to sleep. But he begged me not to so...I also thought of giving him a nice liver shot to make him barf, for revenge.

                  Ryu, I thought you were a nice guy??? LOL

                  Underdog, that would of been some crazy shiet if you threw the bastard. Good aim with the hammer!!

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                  • #10
                    Underdog if you are ever on the west coast we need to go out drinking. PLEASE ME YOU AND SOME HARD ALCOHOL. LETS GET DRUNK AND KICK ASS! THE DAGO WOP ASS KICKING MACHINES COULD UNITE! With every story you tell the more I idolize you. You're the crazy sonuvabitch I always looked for that could keep up with me. Underdog You are my HERO!

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                    • #11
                      I'm just a shthead compared to my father.

                      He got famous in my town because he was the one that put an end to a group of bullys named "the clockwork orange" (it was back in 1973 if I remember well). I was only five at the time but I was told this story over and over:

                      My father it's just the opposite of me: skinny and short, very fragile phisically, but very short tempered...

                      Well, one time he was smoking and minding his own business in our shop when at least ten guys entered and started to throw evrything in air. One of the guys started to pour drinks for the others, kicking away the waiter.


                      My father did nothing, he just continued to smoke...

                      Then one of them asked:

                      "have you any problem with this, papa?"

                      "No son, I have no problem, but mind you, brute force count nothing here, someone had just invented smokeless powder..."

                      He said that and pulled from his jacket the biggest Ruger Redhawk 44magnum those d.ickheads had ever seen, he pointed carefully at the head of the one nearer him and said:

                      "Leave 300$ for damages, apologize, and get the f.cuk otta here"

                      They did just so. No one of them, luckily was armed.

                      After that my father and two of my uncles searched for the guys one by one, and that was the end of the "Jackass orange band". Even now, that my papa is 70, someone from time to time remind me this story, they usually said "why you sweat so much with this funny shorts?, get real like your father did, use some weapon"


                      He, he, hee..

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