When I was 10 or so I had this mean guy living next door. He used to ride his moped and chase us younger kids around the block. Think his name was Gary...and he was very intimidating. So one day I got really upset after he had thrown some stones at my cat and I thought something had to be done to stop this bully. I went into our garage, cut a piece of card board...and I took a dump on it. I waited until he had gone back home to have dinner and then I ran over to his house, smeared parts of the poop on his moped and left the rest on his door step.
Years later when I was 17 or so I had a summer job working at a cafe. There was a guy who would come in everyday and have at least 10 free refills on his ice tea...really annoying guy...and he also kept asking me out everyday...which was even more annoying...One day he really got on my nerves so I decided to put some laxatives in his ice tea. My dad had a pack of Dulcolax at home and I took ten pills and crushed them, put them in a zip lock bag and brought it to work. As soon as I saw the guy enter the cafe I prepared his special drink and gladly brought it over to his table. I have to admit that I felt a bit bad afterwards.
what......the.......FUCK. Just because he had a lot of refills and asked you out? 10 pills?? Jesus christ.
some of you people are INSANE.
Gimli 1993
Fargo 2003
Winnipeg 2005
Winnipeg 2011
St. Paul 2014
i do not agree with putting pills in someone's drink, that is bullshit. also, pot brownies in the work fridge in hopes they eat them and get called up for a work U.A. and fail that drug test and lose their job. i was poisoned myself by a so-called friend.
pretty horrible.
why not confront the person eating your lunch? ... hell, put a note on the fridge
EAT MY LUNCH AND GET YOUR ASS BEAT
also, i and another believe some of these stories are false and did not happen
going on vacation and leaving a record skipping so your neighbors can hear it sounds like a fairytale to me
who would wanna ruin their record/record player's needle?
probably the worst thing i have ever done was kick someone in the head during a bar fight.
i was with a group of about 10 friends at a bar in college and a four or five of my friends were across the bar playing pool. i didn't know what triggered the thing, but all of a sudden a pool ball goes flying across the bar and shatters the mirror hanging on the wall a few feet away from me. i looked in the direction from where it came and i see my friends fighting with some other guys. it was 7 on 3, with the 3 being my friends. so myself and a few of my friends ran across the bar to try to break up the fight. or at least even the odds, as the 7 dudes were kicking my friends's asses. so i grabbed this guy from behind and just tried to pull him off of my friend who was lying face down in a pool of blood. the guy turned around and swung wildly at my head and hit me on the side of the head. i grabbed him and wrestled him straight back against the wall and he tried to shove me aside and get back in the fight and he tried to gouge right eye with his hand. so i hit him square in the jaw and he dropped like a rock and did not move for a good 30 seconds. i then turned to another guy to pull him off of another one of my friends and the guy i hit had come to and had crawled over to me and tried to grab one of my legs to pull me down. i was able to step out of his grasp and i turned around and i saw him on his hands and knees facing me trying to grab my leg again and i sidestepped him again. i had a second to think about it and what was happening and how you are always told to not kick a guy who is down...i paused, and that split second of contemplations felt like it lasted a minute. when you are in a fight everything seems like it is in slow motion. he kept coming at me so i remember in the back of my mind saying "fuck it!" i hauled off and punted the guy's face with my right foot. he was out cold for good that time. i hit him so hard his nose exploded and i had his blood all over the front of my ankle, shoes, and the cuffs of my pants. it actually hurt my foot and the front of my ankle for sevral days afterward i kicked this guy so hard. next thing i remember was going back into the fray, pulling a few more guys off of the pile and grabbing the rest of my friends and barrelling out of the side exit. we didn't wait around for the cops to show up.
i feel really bad about kicking that dude. it used to keep me up at night sometimes because i can still see his face. but i had to do it. he was going to hurt me or one of my friends had he gotten up to his feet. i didn't even want to punch the guy in the first place. i just wanted to pin him up against the wall to keep him out of the fight because he was a big dude and could have done a lot of damage. we ran back to our house down a main street and it was obvious to anyone who saw us we had been in a fight. we were all beat up, had torn clothing and in a few cases blood all over, whether our own or someone else's. the funny thing is several police cars and a couple of ambulances sped past us going to the bar as we were running away from it. none of us were ever caught. turns out what started it was one of my friends was lining up a shot and the back end of the cue stick hit one of the other guy's beers and knocked it over, spilling beer on him and his girlfriend.. he apologized to the guy and offered to get the guy a new beer, but that guy and his boys wanted to fight instead.... all of that chaos over a stupid spilled beer.
another time i broke a guy's arm in a mma fight. i got him in an armbar and he would not tap, so i gave him a little more torque and i felt it POP and heard him scream. i don't feel as bad about that because it was obvious he was not getting out of it and i was not letting go and in my head i kept saying "come on man TAP!!" but he never did...dumbass...
I wouldn't feel too bad about either
As to your first story, my muay thai coach tells me in a self defense situation, always make sure the person cannot chase after you. up to and including putting the person out. I had a friend mauled from behind because of just that. he didn't incapacitate the person and he got up, chased him down and stuck him with a knife. You just never know what someone who is willing to gang beat a someone over a spilled beer. I would actually hold my head high if I did what you did in your situation.
if you are too dumb to tap you deserve your arm to be broken. Plain and simple. Hard lesson to learn, but now he can go back to his gym and everyone will call him tough for it so he at least gained some legend status. So actually you could look at it like you did him a favor.
an ass kicking take no prisoners liberal...I love it. Have any fights on YouTube? I still can't get the guts up to get in the cage, with my daughter to take care of, I just got scared about dumb freak injuries...and if you are scared about getting hurt it is only a matter of time until you do.
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This isn't really vicious, but it was payback .... when I was a freshman in H.S., the seniors would really mess with the freshman. I had one senior that was twice my size zero in on me. After a few months he lost interest, but like an elephant, I didn't forget.
Just about everyone in our school attended our H.S. basketball games, so I waited until a frigid January day to strike. I let some potatoes soak in warm water for about 24 hours. Then I found his car in the parking lot, took a rubber mallet, and jammed about 5 large potatoes into his car's exhaust. It was 2 degrees below zero. Two hours later, I leave the game and see him with a chisel (and a huge scowl) chipping away on his exhaust filled with frozen potatoes. :twisted:
why not confront the person eating your lunch? ... hell, put a note on the fridge
EAT MY LUNCH AND GET YOUR ASS BEAT
Because threatening to beat the asses of co-workers is a good way to get yourself fired or at least make yourself look like a loose cannon with a temper problem when it comes time for raises and promotions. You have to learn how corporate culture works. In an environment like that... you do ANYTHING to get ahead. (I'm so much happier in the porn industry now which oddly enough treats workers better, is much more respectable and has a lot less drug abuse and worker exploitation. go figure.)
I didn't know who was stealing my lunch and I'm not a night watchman, I didn't have time to stake it out and see who was doing it.
Besides... there's something rather poetic to the hash brownies thing, don't you think? Kinda... setting someone up to get themselves?
If you don't want to be poisoned, don't eat food that isn't yours...especially if you don't know what's in it.
also, i and another believe some of these stories are false and did not happen
why not confront the person eating your lunch? ... hell, put a note on the fridge
EAT MY LUNCH AND GET YOUR ASS BEAT
Because threatening to beat the asses of co-workers is a good way to get yourself fired or at least make yourself look like a loose cannon with a temper problem when it comes time for raises and promotions. You have to learn how corporate culture works. In an environment like that... you do ANYTHING to get ahead. (I'm so much happier in the porn industry now which oddly enough treats workers better, is much more respectable and has a lot less drug abuse and worker exploitation. go figure.)
I didn't know who was stealing my lunch and I'm not a night watchman, I didn't have time to stake it out and see who was doing it.
Besides... there's something rather poetic to the hash brownies thing, don't you think? Kinda... setting someone up to get themselves?
If you don't want to be poisoned, don't eat food that isn't yours...especially if you don't know what's in it.
also, i and another believe some of these stories are false and did not happen
Believe what you want.
corporate culture sucks nuts. i'd still leave the note on the fridge, then call for a 6am board meeting where i drew a graph or pie chart and stuck it up someone's fat ass
This isn't really vicious, but it was payback .... when I was a freshman in H.S., the seniors would really mess with the freshman. I had one senior that was twice my size zero in on me. After a few months he lost interest, but like an elephant, I didn't forget.
Just about everyone in our school attended our H.S. basketball games, so I waited until a frigid January day to strike. I let some potatoes soak in warm water for about 24 hours. Then I found his car in the parking lot, took a rubber mallet, and jammed about 5 large potatoes into his car's exhaust. It was 2 degrees below zero. Two hours later, I leave the game and see him with a chisel (and a huge scowl) chipping away on his exhaust filled with frozen potatoes. :twisted:
Payback, butthead!
Wow. Ok, that's even too vicious for me. I think we have a winner.
corporate culture sucks nuts. i'd still leave the note on the fridge, then call for a 6am board meeting where i drew a graph or pie chart and stuck it up someone's fat ass
Ok, except I was pretty low on the pyramid there and wasn't in a position that called board meetings.
But we all deal with things in our own way.
I prefer to set up the dominoes and let someone else knock them down.
Here is a good one for any of you in college dorms ...
My buddy was having a conflict with another guy down the hall and they were engaged in an escalating series of "revenge" pranks. Anyway, my buddy peed in some plastic saucer dishes, froze them, and then popped them out so he had several pee disks the size of a 45 record. Then in the middle of the night he slid the frozen pee disks under the door .... I can only imagine the guy trying to figure out how a puddle of piss wound up in the middle of his locked room.
My buddy was prepared for a counter-attack so he blocked-off the bottom of his door the next day .... in the middle of the night he heard the guy trying to pee under his door ... apparently he lacked the same creative imagination.
Of course, this was back in the day before DNA testing, so be careful.
I worked at a Big 6 CPA firm in the late 90s. The culture was very harsh, and the underlings were often mistreated by the partners.
One of the underlings sought revenge against one of the partners, so he had the idea to issue a 1099 to the partner, showing he received $400,000 of income from the issuing company. Since the partner didn't really receive the income, nor did he receive a copy of the 1099, he wouldn't have reported it on his tax return. The IRS gets copies of 1099s from the issuing companies, so the partner would eventually get a letter from the IRS, showing that he owed $156,000 in additional taxes because of the extra $400,000 in unreported income.
I worked at a Big 6 CPA firm in the late 90s. The culture was very harsh, and the underlings were often mistreated by the partners.
One of the underlings sought revenge against one of the partners, so he had the idea to issue a 1099 to the partner, showing he received $400,000 of income from the issuing company. Since the partner didn't really receive the income, nor did he receive a copy of the 1099, he wouldn't have reported it on his tax return. The IRS gets copies of 1099s from the issuing companies, so the partner would eventually get a letter from the IRS, showing that he owed $156,000 in additional taxes because of the extra $400,000 in unreported income.
White Collar revenge!
Wow... that's cold.
I know a guy who was living with a guy he figured out was conning him... stealing from him and defrauding him, had a secret phone in his name that had a HUGE bill, took out a credit card in my friend's name, was living rent-free in my friend's apartment ("Oh, I'll get that to you next month...") but getting him out of there would take a while and the guy was the type who'd trash everything or steal a bunch of stuff if he was evicted.
Well, my friend gets his tax return. Pretty big check.. for about $4,000. He asks the grifter "can you do me a favor? I need you to cash this for me, my bank won't do it." Tells him "If you cash this through your bank for me, you can keep $500 of it," hands him the check in an envelope. Well the guy gets dollar-signs on his eyes and says that YES, he'll do it. He gets to the bank, realizes that my friend "forgot" to cash the check. He calls him at home and my friend says "Oh shit... OK... just you copy my signature on there so you don't have to come all the way home." Which he does.
He comes home, hands my friend the $3500 in cash and keeps the $500 for himself.
My friend waits about 2 weeks, calls the police and reports that his room mate has stolen his Government-issued check, forged the signature and deposited it in the bank himself, stealing the money.
Here's one: I was at a street party when I was 16 years old and some bloke in his 40's or 50's ruffed me up because I stepped on his lawn. It was a busy street party in a narrow cul-de-sac and there was little room to move, so everyone was stepping on lawns, but this bloke was probably a bit drunk and decided to show-off to his wife or something by grabbing hold of me, and slamming me up against a lamp-post and making a big scene to show how tough he was.
Anyway, about a week later me and a friend paid a visit to his house at about 4am. We walked down the alley at the back of his house and delivered two bricks through his bedroom windows whilst him and his wife were sleeping.
I know he knew it was me that did it but there was fuck-all he could do about it.
I also took a milk bottle from outside his front door early one morning that the postman had left for him, took the lid off, poured some of the milk out, pissed in it, and then replaced the lid. I actually did this on more than one occasion.
Moral of this story: Don't fuck with 16 year olds - especially if they know where you live.
Here's one: I was at a street party when I was 16 years old and some bloke in his 40's or 50's ruffed me up because I stepped on his lawn. It was a busy street party in a narrow cul-de-sac and there was little room to move, so everyone was stepping on lawns, but this bloke was probably a bit drunk and decided to show-off to his wife or something by grabbing hold of me, and slamming me up against a lamp-post and making a big scene to show how tough he was by picking on a 16 year old.
Anyway, about a week later me and a friend paid a visit to his house at about 4am. We walked down the alley at the back of his house and delivered two bricks through his bedroom windows whilst him and his wife were sleeping.
I know he knew it was me that did it but there was fuck-all he could do about it. Loser!
why grown ass men pick on kids is beyond me. had a dude come after me while i was on my dirtbike. all i done was a cookie/doughnut turn around in the gravel up above his place of employment. anyhow, he zipped up the road to me, got out of his truck and grabbed onto me and my motorcycle, shouting, "im dragging you and your bike down the hill behind my truck with a chain"
i told him to fuck himself. i told him fuck you, prick.
he said he was calling the police. i called him a snitchin' pussy cop lover. ( i was about 15 with no motorcycle or car license.)
he said he was going to grab a chain out of his truck bed and for me not to move.
the entire time he's shaking red mad and shaking my bike holding onto my handlebars
when he let go and went for the chain, i started the bike up and zipped off to my buddy's place.
he did call the cops who came down and did zero.
he is a piece of shit
oddly enough he also throttled one of my friends a few years earlier for drinking with his son.
my friend was like 14... picked Jay up by his throat and shook him
wish i could kick him in the balls
I know a guy who was living with a guy he figured out was conning him... stealing from him and defrauding him, had a secret phone in his name that had a HUGE bill, took out a credit card in my friend's name, was living rent-free in my friend's apartment ("Oh, I'll get that to you next month...") but getting him out of there would take a while and the guy was the type who'd trash everything or steal a bunch of stuff if he was evicted.
Well, my friend gets his tax return. Pretty big check.. for about $4,000. He asks the grifter "can you do me a favor? I need you to cash this for me, my bank won't do it." Tells him "If you cash this through your bank for me, you can keep $500 of it," hands him the check in an envelope. Well the guy gets dollar-signs on his eyes and says that YES, he'll do it. He gets to the bank, realizes that my friend "forgot" to cash the check. He calls him at home and my friend says "Oh shit... OK... just you copy my signature on there so you don't have to come all the way home." Which he does.
He comes home, hands my friend the $3500 in cash and keeps the $500 for himself.
My friend waits about 2 weeks, calls the police and reports that his room mate has stolen his Government-issued check, forged the signature and deposited it in the bank himself, stealing the money.
He did 4 years for fraud. Oh dear.
this is only getting better. so you are "friends" with a guy who framed someone into going to prison and ruining their life? REALLY? REALLY? PLEASE TELL ME YOU MADE THIS UP.
Gimli 1993
Fargo 2003
Winnipeg 2005
Winnipeg 2011
St. Paul 2014
I know a guy who was living with a guy he figured out was conning him... stealing from him and defrauding him, had a secret phone in his name that had a HUGE bill, took out a credit card in my friend's name, was living rent-free in my friend's apartment ("Oh, I'll get that to you next month...") but getting him out of there would take a while and the guy was the type who'd trash everything or steal a bunch of stuff if he was evicted.
Well, my friend gets his tax return. Pretty big check.. for about $4,000. He asks the grifter "can you do me a favor? I need you to cash this for me, my bank won't do it." Tells him "If you cash this through your bank for me, you can keep $500 of it," hands him the check in an envelope. Well the guy gets dollar-signs on his eyes and says that YES, he'll do it. He gets to the bank, realizes that my friend "forgot" to cash the check. He calls him at home and my friend says "Oh shit... OK... just you copy my signature on there so you don't have to come all the way home." Which he does.
He comes home, hands my friend the $3500 in cash and keeps the $500 for himself.
My friend waits about 2 weeks, calls the police and reports that his room mate has stolen his Government-issued check, forged the signature and deposited it in the bank himself, stealing the money.
He did 4 years for fraud. Oh dear.
this is only getting better. so you are "friends" with a guy who framed someone into going to prison and ruining their life? REALLY? REALLY? PLEASE TELL ME YOU MADE THIS UP.
yeah i agree
why not just beat his ass and throw him out?
simple and its over
ruining someone's life is pretty fucked up stuff
besides it's only money, who gives a fuck?
that's why i don't make for a good dope dealer
everyone owns me
that costs $$$big money in some cases
aint no thing
move on and chalk it up to learning and goodtimes
retire from it safe and sound
leaving everyone scratchin' their heads
this is only getting better. so you are "friends" with a guy who framed someone into going to prison and ruining their life? REALLY? REALLY? PLEASE TELL ME YOU MADE THIS UP.
You're going to feel sorry for a con man who took out fake credit cards in a man's name and charged them to the max, made phone charges in his name and was using him for free rent?
yeah i agree
why not just beat his ass and throw him out?
simple and its over
I'll blame it on my youth.
I'm short. 5'6".
And gay. No secret.
Which means I got bullied mercilessly in grade school through to high school. And I had no recourse. I wasn't able to "beat" anyone's "ass" because there was one of me and eight of them (who were all much bigger than me). Bullies are cowards and they travel in packs. If I went to the principal about it, I was told I was a "cry baby" or that it wasn't his problem.
So I had to find ways to get people to get themselves.
And this way, I don't have to get my hands dirty. So... it's much more fun for me.
I wouldn't feel too bad about either
As to your first story, my muay thai coach tells me in a self defense situation, always make sure the person cannot chase after you. up to and including putting the person out. I had a friend mauled from behind because of just that. he didn't incapacitate the person and he got up, chased him down and stuck him with a knife. You just never know what someone who is willing to gang beat a someone over a spilled beer. I would actually hold my head high if I did what you did in your situation.
if you are too dumb to tap you deserve your arm to be broken. Plain and simple. Hard lesson to learn, but now he can go back to his gym and everyone will call him tough for it so he at least gained some legend status. So actually you could look at it like you did him a favor.
an ass kicking take no prisoners liberal...I love it. Have any fights on YouTube? I still can't get the guts up to get in the cage, with my daughter to take care of, I just got scared about dumb freak injuries...and if you are scared about getting hurt it is only a matter of time until you do.
you are right. i shouldn't feel bad, but it still bothers me that i kicked a downed opponent. looking back i did the right thing, just as you said. had he gotten up and pulled a knife or something i would have had to live with letting him get up for the rest of my life. this was the first bar fight i had been in, so i was a little undisciplined and did not know what to expect or what would happen. my main priority was getting my boys out of there unhurt and unarrested lol...i guess i did not do too bad because i was always one of those kids that was very timid and got picked on alot as a kid. as i got older i was a hockey player so i got into my share of scraps but would rather win by scoring goals than kicking some guy's ass and messing up my hands on his cage. i never really knew how to fight. my dad was a state final four wrestler in high school but he never forced me to wrestle or taught me much in regard to self defense. he wanted me to use my head and get out of those potentially dangerous situations. he was a take no prisoners vitenam vet liberal as well, so that rubbed off on me i guess...but it made me an awkward wuss... i never knew that something as simple as an accidently spilled beer would make someone want to beat another person senseless...as i got a little older and had success as a hockey player, football player, and later a collegiate baseball player and i gradually learned a little self defense. i had no intention of ever being a fighter.
see, the guy was dumb enough not to tap. he was a right handed fighter and when he was in my guard i grabbed that right wrist and just went for it. i had that armbar in so damn deep there was nothing he could do. i remember arching my back and feeling my cup digging into his tricep tendon. i know it hurt like a bitch. i had my left leg across his face and neck and my right leg across his chest holding him there, and my quads were squeezing his arm as well. it was textbook. as i hyperextended his elbow i could feel that my belly was not going to let me crank on it, so i kind of rolled to my right side a bit and just torqued it, then it popped and i felt that pop run up from my legs to my hands. i let him go before the ref could separate us. it felt good to me because this guy had beaten me several months before so i avenged the loss. but i did not want to hurt him. nobody ever became a hero by not tapping and taking an injury. the funny thing is this guy had thought he earned legend status in his gym but his reputation was that of a loudmouth douche, so guys in his gym told guys in my gym to tell me that they thought it was cool that i shut the guy up lol...
i got into mma on a lark. i had friends that were wrestlers that wanted to get into mma and they needed a bigger guy to roll with and train with. i became that bigger guy by default. when it came time for them to actually get in the cage they all had some sort of nagging injury or some sort of excuse and none of them actually ever fought. it was found that i had some talent at it and the light heavyweights and heavyweights i trained with actually got pretty good and the natural transition was for all of us to get in the cage. i had never been a wrestler so i was quite comfortable with stand up and working for submissions from my back. i never panicked and worried about getting pinned, which messed with wrestlers a lot of the time. that gave me an advantage on the ground. i ended up with a record of 11-3 and avenged all 3 of my losses, so i was happy with that. there is nothing on youtube for me, mainly because i did not want my fights on there because i have a young nephew and did not want him to see his uncle kicking someone's ass, or getting beat up. i could probably send some emails and try to get some footage though. for me it got to the point that i had done all that i could do without getting very serious and going for more regional events, and being at an advanced age (33) for an amatuer i stopped and did not go any further,...some guys i trained with got very serious and began to train with matt hughes and robbie lawler at the h.i.t squad, but by that time i was burnt out. i never had a serious injury, more nagging things like back issues and a shoulder problem here and there but aside from your occasional set of sutures i never really got hurt. i know guys that had some serious injuries, dislocations, fractures, concussions, etc, all of them "freak" injuries, but luckily i got out if it all in one piece.
you are right mike, if you think about and worry about an injury it will happen to you. i am a single man with no kids, i was just living for myself and fighting because i liked the competition. if i were in your situation i would have quit much earlier. with your kid you have too much to risk and too much to lose. you need to keep that in mind and think about that. you don't want to get into a situation where you can get hurt and not work. nobody is paying us a million bucks to step into the cage, so nothing is worth risking your health and making yourself disabled with a child. looking back i was very VERY lucky i got out of it when i did.
"You can tell the greatness of a man by what makes him angry." - Lincoln
yeah i agree
why not just beat his ass and throw him out?
simple and its over
I'll blame it on my youth.
I'm short. 5'6".
And gay. No secret.
Which means I got bullied mercilessly in grade school through to high school. And I had no recourse. I wasn't able to "beat" anyone's "ass" because there was one of me and eight of them (who were all much bigger than me). Bullies are cowards and they travel in packs. If I went to the principal about it, I was told I was a "cry baby" or that it wasn't his problem.
So I had to find ways to get people to get themselves.
And this way, I don't have to get my hands dirty. So... it's much more fun for me.
(beings we're being honest and well open here...)
i'd have been your bud in school, maybe, depends. not your boy friend type bud, no. my brothers and i enjoyed fighting a lot. we rode the rich kids bus, we weren't like them by a longshot. daily on the bus or at school was a battle in most cases. rarely were the 3 of us on the bus together due to one or all of us being kicked off for a week or so. we lived 5 miles from town and we had to walk it or ride bikes to school.
bullies are terrible. i do appreaciate your ways in some cases, pretty witty yet not very up front about it. i'd rather have a physical confrontation, i enjoy blood and pain for some reason.
my 2 brothers and me fought almost daily with each others and whomever, we didn't bully others. funny thing is bullies avoided us like the plague. and after a few years we owned the town which grew to the owning of the county then state, then the region. :twisted: :evil: :twisted: chad ryan dustin
i am sorry you were picked on. wish we had a time machine. i'd come rescue you and get myself bloody and beat up a bit and smile about it
yes i am nuts
this explains why i am a wreck physically and mentally
years later...poetry found and saved me from my own destruction... which isn't totally over either
:shock: I'm like a Fuckin Saint compared to you people.
that's what I'm thinking!!!
Yeah, I'm with you guys.
I don't really understand the bragging about cutting other people down, and just plain cruelty. That's not what PJ fans were about, I thought! We're supposed to be good people! The reason I love the fans is because we're actually NOT assholes!
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what......the.......FUCK. Just because he had a lot of refills and asked you out? 10 pills?? Jesus christ.
some of you people are INSANE.
Fargo 2003
Winnipeg 2005
Winnipeg 2011
St. Paul 2014
OK, but 1, 3 and 5 are all pretty funny. So I get 60%. I passed the psych exam.
As they used to say on Little House on the Prairie, "The lord helps those who help themselves." :twisted:
pretty horrible.
why not confront the person eating your lunch? ... hell, put a note on the fridge
EAT MY LUNCH AND GET YOUR ASS BEAT
also, i and another believe some of these stories are false and did not happen
going on vacation and leaving a record skipping so your neighbors can hear it
who would wanna ruin their record/record player's needle?
i call horse shit
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
I almost left my children by taking my own life ... that is more than vicious, that is unthinkable.
I wouldn't feel too bad about either
As to your first story, my muay thai coach tells me in a self defense situation, always make sure the person cannot chase after you. up to and including putting the person out. I had a friend mauled from behind because of just that. he didn't incapacitate the person and he got up, chased him down and stuck him with a knife. You just never know what someone who is willing to gang beat a someone over a spilled beer. I would actually hold my head high if I did what you did in your situation.
if you are too dumb to tap you deserve your arm to be broken. Plain and simple. Hard lesson to learn, but now he can go back to his gym and everyone will call him tough for it so he at least gained some legend status. So actually you could look at it like you did him a favor.
an ass kicking take no prisoners liberal...I love it. Have any fights on YouTube? I still can't get the guts up to get in the cage, with my daughter to take care of, I just got scared about dumb freak injuries...and if you are scared about getting hurt it is only a matter of time until you do.
It is terrifying when you are too stupid to know who is dumb
- Joe Rogan
Just about everyone in our school attended our H.S. basketball games, so I waited until a frigid January day to strike. I let some potatoes soak in warm water for about 24 hours. Then I found his car in the parking lot, took a rubber mallet, and jammed about 5 large potatoes into his car's exhaust. It was 2 degrees below zero. Two hours later, I leave the game and see him with a chisel (and a huge scowl) chipping away on his exhaust filled with frozen potatoes. :twisted:
Payback, butthead!
Because threatening to beat the asses of co-workers is a good way to get yourself fired or at least make yourself look like a loose cannon with a temper problem when it comes time for raises and promotions. You have to learn how corporate culture works. In an environment like that... you do ANYTHING to get ahead. (I'm so much happier in the porn industry now which oddly enough treats workers better, is much more respectable and has a lot less drug abuse and worker exploitation. go figure.)
I didn't know who was stealing my lunch and I'm not a night watchman, I didn't have time to stake it out and see who was doing it.
Besides... there's something rather poetic to the hash brownies thing, don't you think? Kinda... setting someone up to get themselves?
If you don't want to be poisoned, don't eat food that isn't yours...especially if you don't know what's in it.
Believe what you want.
corporate culture sucks nuts. i'd still leave the note on the fridge, then call for a 6am board meeting where i drew a graph or pie chart and stuck it up someone's fat ass
and yes, i do believe what i want
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
Wow. Ok, that's even too vicious for me. I think we have a winner.
Ok, except I was pretty low on the pyramid there and wasn't in a position that called board meetings.
But we all deal with things in our own way.
I prefer to set up the dominoes and let someone else knock them down.
My buddy was having a conflict with another guy down the hall and they were engaged in an escalating series of "revenge" pranks. Anyway, my buddy peed in some plastic saucer dishes, froze them, and then popped them out so he had several pee disks the size of a 45 record. Then in the middle of the night he slid the frozen pee disks under the door .... I can only imagine the guy trying to figure out how a puddle of piss wound up in the middle of his locked room.
My buddy was prepared for a counter-attack so he blocked-off the bottom of his door the next day .... in the middle of the night he heard the guy trying to pee under his door ... apparently he lacked the same creative imagination.
Of course, this was back in the day before DNA testing, so be careful.
So wait... you CAN dust for vomit now?
and bragging about yer dirty deeds on the internet.......not such a good idea.
Godfather.
One of the underlings sought revenge against one of the partners, so he had the idea to issue a 1099 to the partner, showing he received $400,000 of income from the issuing company. Since the partner didn't really receive the income, nor did he receive a copy of the 1099, he wouldn't have reported it on his tax return. The IRS gets copies of 1099s from the issuing companies, so the partner would eventually get a letter from the IRS, showing that he owed $156,000 in additional taxes because of the extra $400,000 in unreported income.
White Collar revenge!
Where I'm not ugly and you're lookin' at me
Wow... that's cold.
I know a guy who was living with a guy he figured out was conning him... stealing from him and defrauding him, had a secret phone in his name that had a HUGE bill, took out a credit card in my friend's name, was living rent-free in my friend's apartment ("Oh, I'll get that to you next month...") but getting him out of there would take a while and the guy was the type who'd trash everything or steal a bunch of stuff if he was evicted.
Well, my friend gets his tax return. Pretty big check.. for about $4,000. He asks the grifter "can you do me a favor? I need you to cash this for me, my bank won't do it." Tells him "If you cash this through your bank for me, you can keep $500 of it," hands him the check in an envelope. Well the guy gets dollar-signs on his eyes and says that YES, he'll do it. He gets to the bank, realizes that my friend "forgot" to cash the check. He calls him at home and my friend says "Oh shit... OK... just you copy my signature on there so you don't have to come all the way home." Which he does.
He comes home, hands my friend the $3500 in cash and keeps the $500 for himself.
My friend waits about 2 weeks, calls the police and reports that his room mate has stolen his Government-issued check, forged the signature and deposited it in the bank himself, stealing the money.
He did 4 years for fraud. Oh dear.
Anyway, about a week later me and a friend paid a visit to his house at about 4am. We walked down the alley at the back of his house and delivered two bricks through his bedroom windows whilst him and his wife were sleeping.
I know he knew it was me that did it but there was fuck-all he could do about it.
I also took a milk bottle from outside his front door early one morning that the postman had left for him, took the lid off, poured some of the milk out, pissed in it, and then replaced the lid. I actually did this on more than one occasion.
Moral of this story: Don't fuck with 16 year olds - especially if they know where you live.
why grown ass men pick on kids is beyond me. had a dude come after me while i was on my dirtbike. all i done was a cookie/doughnut turn around in the gravel up above his place of employment. anyhow, he zipped up the road to me, got out of his truck and grabbed onto me and my motorcycle, shouting, "im dragging you and your bike down the hill behind my truck with a chain"
i told him to fuck himself. i told him fuck you, prick.
he said he was calling the police. i called him a snitchin' pussy cop lover. ( i was about 15 with no motorcycle or car license.)
he said he was going to grab a chain out of his truck bed and for me not to move.
the entire time he's shaking red mad and shaking my bike holding onto my handlebars
when he let go and went for the chain, i started the bike up and zipped off to my buddy's place.
he did call the cops who came down and did zero.
he is a piece of shit
oddly enough he also throttled one of my friends a few years earlier for drinking with his son.
my friend was like 14... picked Jay up by his throat and shook him
wish i could kick him in the balls
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
this is only getting better. so you are "friends" with a guy who framed someone into going to prison and ruining their life? REALLY? REALLY? PLEASE TELL ME YOU MADE THIS UP.
Fargo 2003
Winnipeg 2005
Winnipeg 2011
St. Paul 2014
yeah i agree
why not just beat his ass and throw him out?
simple and its over
ruining someone's life is pretty fucked up stuff
besides it's only money, who gives a fuck?
that's why i don't make for a good dope dealer
everyone owns me
that costs $$$big money in some cases
aint no thing
move on and chalk it up to learning and goodtimes
retire from it safe and sound
leaving everyone scratchin' their heads
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
You're going to feel sorry for a con man who took out fake credit cards in a man's name and charged them to the max, made phone charges in his name and was using him for free rent?
OK.
If you ask me, the guy deserved just what he got.
I'll blame it on my youth.
I'm short. 5'6".
And gay. No secret.
Which means I got bullied mercilessly in grade school through to high school. And I had no recourse. I wasn't able to "beat" anyone's "ass" because there was one of me and eight of them (who were all much bigger than me). Bullies are cowards and they travel in packs. If I went to the principal about it, I was told I was a "cry baby" or that it wasn't his problem.
So I had to find ways to get people to get themselves.
And this way, I don't have to get my hands dirty. So... it's much more fun for me.
see, the guy was dumb enough not to tap. he was a right handed fighter and when he was in my guard i grabbed that right wrist and just went for it. i had that armbar in so damn deep there was nothing he could do. i remember arching my back and feeling my cup digging into his tricep tendon. i know it hurt like a bitch. i had my left leg across his face and neck and my right leg across his chest holding him there, and my quads were squeezing his arm as well. it was textbook. as i hyperextended his elbow i could feel that my belly was not going to let me crank on it, so i kind of rolled to my right side a bit and just torqued it, then it popped and i felt that pop run up from my legs to my hands. i let him go before the ref could separate us. it felt good to me because this guy had beaten me several months before so i avenged the loss. but i did not want to hurt him. nobody ever became a hero by not tapping and taking an injury. the funny thing is this guy had thought he earned legend status in his gym but his reputation was that of a loudmouth douche, so guys in his gym told guys in my gym to tell me that they thought it was cool that i shut the guy up lol...
i got into mma on a lark. i had friends that were wrestlers that wanted to get into mma and they needed a bigger guy to roll with and train with. i became that bigger guy by default. when it came time for them to actually get in the cage they all had some sort of nagging injury or some sort of excuse and none of them actually ever fought. it was found that i had some talent at it and the light heavyweights and heavyweights i trained with actually got pretty good and the natural transition was for all of us to get in the cage. i had never been a wrestler so i was quite comfortable with stand up and working for submissions from my back. i never panicked and worried about getting pinned, which messed with wrestlers a lot of the time. that gave me an advantage on the ground. i ended up with a record of 11-3 and avenged all 3 of my losses, so i was happy with that. there is nothing on youtube for me, mainly because i did not want my fights on there because i have a young nephew and did not want him to see his uncle kicking someone's ass, or getting beat up. i could probably send some emails and try to get some footage though. for me it got to the point that i had done all that i could do without getting very serious and going for more regional events, and being at an advanced age (33) for an amatuer i stopped and did not go any further,...some guys i trained with got very serious and began to train with matt hughes and robbie lawler at the h.i.t squad, but by that time i was burnt out. i never had a serious injury, more nagging things like back issues and a shoulder problem here and there but aside from your occasional set of sutures i never really got hurt. i know guys that had some serious injuries, dislocations, fractures, concussions, etc, all of them "freak" injuries, but luckily i got out if it all in one piece.
you are right mike, if you think about and worry about an injury it will happen to you. i am a single man with no kids, i was just living for myself and fighting because i liked the competition. if i were in your situation i would have quit much earlier. with your kid you have too much to risk and too much to lose. you need to keep that in mind and think about that. you don't want to get into a situation where you can get hurt and not work. nobody is paying us a million bucks to step into the cage, so nothing is worth risking your health and making yourself disabled with a child. looking back i was very VERY lucky i got out of it when i did.
"Well, you tell him that I don't talk to suckas."
(beings we're being honest and well open here...)
i'd have been your bud in school, maybe, depends. not your boy friend type bud, no. my brothers and i enjoyed fighting a lot. we rode the rich kids bus, we weren't like them by a longshot. daily on the bus or at school was a battle in most cases. rarely were the 3 of us on the bus together due to one or all of us being kicked off for a week or so. we lived 5 miles from town and we had to walk it or ride bikes to school.
bullies are terrible. i do appreaciate your ways in some cases, pretty witty yet not very up front about it. i'd rather have a physical confrontation, i enjoy blood and pain for some reason.
my 2 brothers and me fought almost daily with each others and whomever, we didn't bully others. funny thing is bullies avoided us like the plague. and after a few years we owned the town which grew to the owning of the county then state, then the region. :twisted: :evil: :twisted: chad ryan dustin
i am sorry you were picked on. wish we had a time machine. i'd come rescue you
yes i am nuts
this explains why i am a wreck physically and mentally
years later...poetry found and saved me from my own destruction... which isn't totally over either
R.I.P. my brother
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
It means you posted in this thread.
Yeah, I'm with you guys.
I don't really understand the bragging about cutting other people down, and just plain cruelty. That's not what PJ fans were about, I thought! We're supposed to be good people! The reason I love the fans is because we're actually NOT assholes!
...or I thought, anyway. :?