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"Fight Fight Fight"

Just thought I would start a conversation off with a simple question

Have you ever been in a fight?

I shall answer first: Not really

I have been in a few fights but non have even resulted in blood been shown.

Although once when I was eight on holiday... some French kid punched me in the back of the head and started laughing. I had sun stroke or something so smashed him in the face, where a fountain of bloody exploded out his nose and I run away.

I'm a girl basically

Bazzman™ wrote:

Because my mates know i can fight so they drag me away.
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Er, Bazz? Them dragging you away from a fight isn't for your opponents protection...

;)

Fighting is bad

You're all going to hell

One thing that píssés me of is bottles.. people using them winds me up.

English_Bloke wrote:
> I suffer from much the same thing as Mojo, I was born a skinny runt, I
> will die a slightly less skinny runt.

Looking at your SO pic, I'm sure you can get pretty big with a little bit of work, big boy ;)

:-P

Yup. The other combatant seems to grow in stature ever time I regail the epic conflict between us too.

Because my mates know i can fight so they drag me away.

I suffer from much the same thing as Mojo, I was born a skinny runt, I will die a slightly less skinny runt.

Only ever had two, some irish fella was kickin off my mate Tom and his bird Sam and he pushed her. So I called him a pussycat (hehe) and he hit me twice in the head so I just belted him in the jaw and in the nose on the way down and that was that.

Second one wasnt really a fight it was just some git tryin to be hard by shoutin from a distance so I walked over the him right hooked him, hit his head off a lamppost and jawwed him with a left as he bounced of it.

Not really much of an experiance, ive been smacked a few times for no apparent reason but just not had the chance to fight back.

I don't fight, I explode.

I haven't been in a proper fight for a couple of years now. People talk, some even punch me. I don't care. I'm big and can take it :-D, but when someone genuinely annoys me I do actually explode.

2 years ago, school Expedition;

Stading at the 'activity centre's' (skern Lodge to be precise) Pool Table and there was this who I shared a room with standing next to me, let's call him 'John'.

John had been pishing me off for the whole of the two days we had been so far and I was getting pretty angry. NEarly everything he did that annoyed me was petty, but it's the small things in life that annoy me.

John has a Lucozade can in his hand, he slurps loudly. [Slurping, incidently is one of pet hates].
'Hey, can you please stop?'
'OK'

Then comes the loudest slurp known to man 'tttttttttthhhhhhhhhhhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrrrppppppppp'

I punch him, he throws lucozade at my face. Me am angry.

I grab him by the arms and do my infamous 'pincery-thingy' (basically get hold of someones arm and squeze hard, while working your thumb aorund muscles and nerves to get to the bone. It hurts.)

He's obviously in pain but can't show it he has to 'cool in front of his mates', I carry on. But now decide it would be a good idea to start hacking away at his shins while holding him up with my pincery thingy.


I never felt better.

Heck no. I work out quite a bit, but when you're naturally thin, it's really hard to bulk up without the abuse of steroids. I just get toned. Really, really toned.