tmidgett wrote:my dad, who had his share of fights, always told me not to do it, but if i did, to:

a) stay as controlled as possible
b) forget all sense of decorum, and
c) do whatever was necessary to incapacitate the other guy.

my dad had been in a share of fights and didn't fight clean as so much fight to win.

he told me, "it's not the size of the dog in the fight but the size of the fight in the dog."

i'm 5'4". hope it's true, 'cause i hate everyone.

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Buzzsaw.

You were in my thoughts the weekend.

I was listening to hicks and he does this impression of a buzzsaw and all i could think of was you.

Your welcome

thanks dog (spoken in scottish accent)

choppy wrote:

yaledelay wrote:All of my recent fights have been with bandmates, one of which was on stage in Boston, Choppy took a swing at me (he missed), we were laughing about it like 30 minute later.

I have since confirmed that this is a Yale trigger word.

I agree with all of this except thats not a trigger word... the best part was that Japanize chick freaking out at us, like 20 minutes after our set, when we were both cool with each other...

yaledelay wrote:

choppy wrote:

yaledelay wrote:All of my recent fights have been with bandmates, one of which was on stage in Boston, Choppy took a swing at me (he missed), we were laughing about it like 30 minute later.

I have since confirmed that this is a Yale trigger word.

I agree with all of this except thats not a trigger word...

Well, it wouldn't be an effective trigger word if you knew the effect it had on you, would it?

Not really being here on the weekends, it's easy to forget a thread you started. I just rediscovered this one, with FOUR pages of punishment.
We are so hard. I think combined, we could make some damn trouble.
Salut, warriors of EA! Never give up the fight!

this is fun. keep with it for the gory details. names have been changed.


the last fight i can recall having was about three years ago.

i was attending a pub crawl with a few fellows, including many of my bestest of friends. obviously a large quantity of alcohol was consumed, but with exception of some of my smaller friends, all could hold their drink (yours truely included).

so we're at the fourth or fith stop when we split in to two seperate drinking parties and agree to meet up again a little later in the local rock and roll establishment for bud and whiskey backs.

two hours or so later, much failed flirting and £40 worth of booze rotting in my guts i'm jumping up and down like a total panzie to music that i despise (i couldn't help it, i was pissed), when all of a sudden my dear friend sebastian, drunk as a boiled owl, has his face in a female friends face. then her boyfriends face. then, without malice, lunges toward this young ladies boyfriend.

before you could say supercalifragilisticexpealidocious, two bouncers are restraing my drunken friend who was fighting back at their restraint.

i knew he was in the wrong, and so to help aliviate the situation, i help to calm down sebastian and carry him out with the bouncers. by the legs. backwards up the stairs. once outside, my dear friend was trying to wrestle every human being (or car for that matter) within 20 feet. things were not going well.

after making apologies for the fool, i led the mission to guide him home without police involvement.

200 meters down the road he had insulted every single person in sight, broken a few public items, and nearly been run over.
with my attention elsewhere for a split second, he attempted to lunge at a small female police officer, resulting in THREE PEOPLE sitting on him, whilst i talked the officer out of arresting him, as we only had a further 500 or 600 meters to go.

apologies were made, and we returned to our journey. with his behaviour worsening, i made the decision to walk sebastian the remaining 300 meters alone, whilst the others took a different route. after all, i was his best friend. surely with just the two of us he would calm down?

for a while things were good. his speech turned back to something resembling english, and soon we were laughing off the whole night...

.until he started taking pot shots at me!

i did what any friend would do, and ignored the fact that he was trying to beat 7 bells out of me and just took the punches.

the violence escalated however, and i had no choice but to defend myself against my best friend who was so drunk, that had he managed to floor me, he may well of killed me. it was that bad.

i threw a right hook at sebastian knocking him to the floor, said some very nasty things, and stormed off cursing myself for hitting another human being.


the fight itself was over in a second, but whilst in my rage of self hate for hitting my best friend, i tripped (i was sober by now, so i can't blame the booze).

sebastian meanwhile had picked himself up of the floor and walked the last 20 meters home. unable to find his door key (probably in his other hand. no joke) he put his fist through the thick glass of his porch door.


i was in agony from my trip, but when i saw the ambulance fly past me towards sebastians home, i ran back with the fellows i had met up with at the designated meeting spot.

when we got to the hospital, the doctors informed us that sebastian had nearly lost his arm putting his fist through the window. the cut was about 2 mm from his main artery, and was so deep it had scored the bone.
i had hit him square in the nose, so hard that i had shattered it and left him with a concusion.

my fall, although not so serious, essentialy ripped my right big toe off. the skin held the toe in place and it was 8 weeks before i could walk again.



sebastian, although essentialy fine now,ended up with brain damage caused from one too many knocks to the head. it was my single punch that finally caused this.

i got into a fight for the first time since highschool just a few weeks ago. it was with a goddamned full grown man. i stepped out of the cab and some dude said 'hey baby' to the girl i was with and i told him to fuck off. then he hit me in the face really hard. my hands were still in my pockets. i took about 4 huge steps backwards but didn't fall over. my mouth started bleeding. the guy started walking away with his friends and i followed him. he turned around and all his friends started doing the 'just walk away, let it go, it's over' and a couple of his friends were saying things like 'look he's sorry, he's drunk, this was just a mistake'.

anyway then two of my friends showed up and dragged me across the street to the bar where we were going. i stayed there for about 10 seconds and then went back to the parking lot garage angrier then ever. caught up with the dude, who was also getting mad and he told me he would kill me if i crossed 'this line' (there was no line). then the parking lot attendant showed up and asked if things were cool and suddenly we were like best friends and were saying things like 'yeah, we're just talking' and then the parking lot attendant told us to step outside. i said that sounded like a good idea.

we went out into an honest to god alley and i hit him in the face as hard as i could. i hit him a few more times before he fell to the ground. he managed to hit me once more, but not very hard. i got on top of him quickly and hit him in the face for at least a minute, even though he was unconscience within seconds. i ripped up every single one of my knuckles really badly on his teeth and my hands were super bloody. then i took his drivers licence out of his wallet because at that point i was drunk and positive that the next day i was going after his family.

when i got back to the bar people said i was positively beaming, although i remember feeling really really scared.

davesec wrote:i got into a fight for the first time since highschool just a few weeks ago. it was with a goddamned full grown man. i stepped out of the cab and some dude said 'hey baby' to the girl i was with and i told him to fuck off. then he hit me in the face really hard. my hands were still in my pockets. i took about 4 huge steps backwards but didn't fall over. my mouth started bleeding. the guy started walking away with his friends and i followed him. he turned around and all his friends started doing the 'just walk away, let it go, it's over' and a couple of his friends were saying things like 'look he's sorry, he's drunk, this was just a mistake'.

anyway then two of my friends showed up and dragged me across the street to the bar where we were going. i stayed there for about 10 seconds and then went back to the parking lot garage angrier then ever. caught up with the dude, who was also getting mad and he told me he would kill me if i crossed 'this line' (there was no line). then the parking lot attendant showed up and asked if things were cool and suddenly we were like best friends and were saying things like 'yeah, we're just talking' and then the parking lot attendant told us to step outside. i said that sounded like a good idea.

we went out into an honest to god alley and i hit him in the face as hard as i could. i hit him a few more times before he fell to the ground. he managed to hit me once more, but not very hard. i got on top of him quickly and hit him in the face for at least a minute, even though he was unconscience within seconds. i ripped up every single one of my knuckles really badly on his teeth and my hands were super bloody. then i took his drivers licence out of his wallet because at that point i was drunk and positive that the next day i was going after his family.

when i got back to the bar people said i was positively beaming, although i remember feeling really really scared.

uk_chris wrote:this is fun. keep with it for the gory details. names have been changed.


the last fight i can recall having was about three years ago.

i was attending a pub crawl with a few fellows, including many of my bestest of friends. obviously a large quantity of alcohol was consumed, but with exception of some of my smaller friends, all could hold their drink (yours truely included).

so we're at the fourth or fith stop when we split in to two seperate drinking parties and agree to meet up again a little later in the local rock and roll establishment for bud and whiskey backs.

two hours or so later, much failed flirting and £40 worth of booze rotting in my guts i'm jumping up and down like a total panzie to music that i despise (i couldn't help it, i was pissed), when all of a sudden my dear friend sebastian, drunk as a boiled owl, has his face in a female friends face. then her boyfriends face. then, without malice, lunges toward this young ladies boyfriend.

before you could say supercalifragilisticexpealidocious, two bouncers are restraing my drunken friend who was fighting back at their restraint.

i knew he was in the wrong, and so to help aliviate the situation, i help to calm down sebastian and carry him out with the bouncers. by the legs. backwards up the stairs. once outside, my dear friend was trying to wrestle every human being (or car for that matter) within 20 feet. things were not going well.

after making apologies for the fool, i led the mission to guide him home without police involvement.

200 meters down the road he had insulted every single person in sight, broken a few public items, and nearly been run over.
with my attention elsewhere for a split second, he attempted to lunge at a small female police officer, resulting in THREE PEOPLE sitting on him, whilst i talked the officer out of arresting him, as we only had a further 500 or 600 meters to go.

apologies were made, and we returned to our journey. with his behaviour worsening, i made the decision to walk sebastian the remaining 300 meters alone, whilst the others took a different route. after all, i was his best friend. surely with just the two of us he would calm down?

for a while things were good. his speech turned back to something resembling english, and soon we were laughing off the whole night...

.until he started taking pot shots at me!

i did what any friend would do, and ignored the fact that he was trying to beat 7 bells out of me and just took the punches.

the violence escalated however, and i had no choice but to defend myself against my best friend who was so drunk, that had he managed to floor me, he may well of killed me. it was that bad.

i threw a right hook at sebastian knocking him to the floor, said some very nasty things, and stormed off cursing myself for hitting another human being.


the fight itself was over in a second, but whilst in my rage of self hate for hitting my best friend, i tripped (i was sober by now, so i can't blame the booze).

sebastian meanwhile had picked himself up of the floor and walked the last 20 meters home. unable to find his door key (probably in his other hand. no joke) he put his fist through the thick glass of his porch door.


i was in agony from my trip, but when i saw the ambulance fly past me towards sebastians home, i ran back with the fellows i had met up with at the designated meeting spot.

when we got to the hospital, the doctors informed us that sebastian had nearly lost his arm putting his fist through the window. the cut was about 2 mm from his main artery, and was so deep it had scored the bone.
i had hit him square in the nose, so hard that i had shattered it and left him with a concusion.

my fall, although not so serious, essentialy ripped my right big toe off. the skin held the toe in place and it was 8 weeks before i could walk again.



sebastian, although essentialy fine now,ended up with brain damage caused from one too many knocks to the head. it was my single punch that finally caused this.

Can we get a "hell yeah" for booze?

"Ya know, guys.......It doesn't get any better than this."