The drunk ones just don't hurl as far. Too limbs-a-kimbo, messes with the aerodynamic.Originally Posted by Ajax Knucklebones
The drunk ones just don't hurl as far. Too limbs-a-kimbo, messes with the aerodynamic.Originally Posted by Ajax Knucklebones
HaHa! man, it's funny how some things work out. I saw that girl last night, and it was totally cool. we're actually friends after last night. I'm adding her on *******.......Originally Posted by VoltaireBlue
Limbs-a-kimbo....Hahaha!Originally Posted by DonkeyMoses
only the once with the drunken friend turned bad man on the roomate,when i just tried to root the dude and wrestle him into the ground,though i have thought plenty of making people into boots the hard way.mostly bad customers when i was a cocktail waitress.usually talk my way out the tongue is mightier than the sword
I know you that you know my girlfriend very well, that's why I have old pics to blackmail you with! LOL!!! My ex (Stacey) was the one sitting on the sword after it was bent. Yeap, the good old days.Originally Posted by inox
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I know what thats likeOriginally Posted by Ajax Knucklebones
Ive got English, Irish, Scottish and Danish in me.
It take a fair bit to get me riled up but once thats happens its damn near impossible to stop me.
I know because a few years ago I was about to kill a guy at school and it took my friends, Vincient Vardia, Matt, Jesse and Damien to stop me, and I was dragging them along![]()
Another reason why fighting isn't for me. My adrenal glands can't keep up as is.Originally Posted by jonny.illuminati
I think my metabolism is to blame somewhere down the line...
Pop-tarts will someday destroy us all.
adrenaline is very addictive. that much i know. the reason i couldnt Join the Army here as i had totaly mangled my right leg doing something stupid for the kicks, and spent 3 years on a walking stick afterward.
Well, they are flammable.....Originally Posted by DonkeyMoses
i am very impressed with myself. a testament to how much i've mellowed out, the "shouting match" with my soon to be former landlord, didn't get beyond me telling him to stfu, essentially, because it appeared to me that he was just searching for something to bitch about. and i did say as much. but i never once even got up to sock him in the mouth. and i was primed for it too. i could feel the rage seething just below the surface. three years ago i'd had hauled off and socked him in the jaw within a week of knowing him, let alone let it get to where he had time to get drunk, come stumbling in to the room i am over charged for (that was falsely advertised i might add), and bitch about something that has already been settled, simply because he wanted to bitch and then kicking me and my Dave out because i "sassed" him.
*growl snarl hiss, bark bark!*
~K
Good for you Keiko.
Well, not so good that you got kicked out.![]()
Or had to deal with a jerkface landlord.![]()
But good for you on not having to go to jail.
I once got so angry at a person that I sat in a chair for 3 days staring at a wall, without sleep. I couldn't think of anything fucked up enough to do to them so I just seethed for 3 days. Finally I arose on the 3rd day, and went out an bought a chainsaw. Once I owned a chainsaw, and all the wonderful possibilities that promised I could finally go to sleep.
Hope things work out better for you K.
Ive got 2 hours of sparring in class tomorow
Hahaha hahaaa haa aaahhh ha ha...um, no.
*pants burst into flames*
LIAR!
Last sunday we where in karate class and we where doing this exercise where four people make a line holding onto the person in front of them by the belt while they spar. When it was my turn me and roslyn where going for it and where pretty much even, but I managed to slap her in the forehead, then when so laugheed and turnd aroung sensai Tai said she left herself open and the match wasent over yet so I round Kicked her in the ass.
Much laughter was had by all.
[QUOTE=Dusk]LIAR!
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Guess you saw straight through that one huh?
I used to get into at least 1 fight a week from 5th grade thru 11th grade. while in school. I had maybe 300 fights in that time. I lost about 250 times. But it really was fun. No one really got hurt till my last fight in 11th grade when I was beaten into a coma by a kid I beat up a year before, I was very close to dying.
Now in the last 6 years I only got into 1 fight, I had no choice.
Now I try to never to go anywhere where I think someone will try to mess with me.
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