Vicious things I've done.

gimmesometruth27 wrote:

as long as we are confessing things...

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...

Prince Of Dorkness wrote:

2. My ex-boyfrined called me fat. So I broke into his house and cut the crotches out of all of his pants

Prince Of Dorkness wrote:

I'm going to come clean. I'm not the nicest person. I'm always very pleasant to people but my "Mr. Hyde" side can... get the better of me.

1. I used to work a corporate job. Being a vegan, the restaurants in the neighbourhood didn't have much I would eat so I usually brought my lunch. Someone kept taking things of mine from the fridge. So a few days before I knew random drug testing was going to start, I started to bring in hash brownies and left them in the fridge in a bag. Oops.

2. My ex-boyfrined called me fat. So I broke into his house and cut the crotches out of all of his pants, spit in every jar in his fridge and peed in every one of his hair care products.

3. One of the guys from my floor in the dorm I lived at in college called me something rather nasty when I thought I wasn't listening. So I snuck into his room while he was at class, left a few pornographic gay magazines on his desk with a history book on top of them and then asked his room mate "have you seen my history book? I think your room mate borrowed it but I don't want to go in there without permission. Can you look for me?"

4. I drive home down highway 2 because it's kinda like the Autobahn. No speed limit. I've gone over 100 MPH down it. But there's always a cop under the 134 overpass. So I always get into the fast lane and about half a mile before, start going kinda slow, weave back and forth just a bit... to piss off the guy behind me. About 1/8 of a mile before, I pull over and let him pass me. He's always so frustrated by that point, he'll step on the gas and zip past me. Right into the speed trap. After which I'm free to accelerate back to 90.

5. When I lived in a warehouse near the lake in Toronto in the early 90s, the people downstairs used to come home late and make crazy noise. They used to smoke pot at all hours and then beat drums and chant. They used to have very loud sex. So I went on vacation and left a speaker flat on the floor along with a record that was skipping.

gimmesometruth27 wrote:

as long as we are confessing things...

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...