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Anybody got any good ones? I'll start it off with a good one that happened to me 2 years ago at the plant I used to work at.

I had this complete dick of supervisor he also happened to live in the upstairs flat of the house I lived at. This guy had the biggest mouth on him. He talked sh!t to everybody especially the mexican guys that didn't speak any English. He never gave me much but when he was drunk he would get lippy with me.

Well one Friday me, him, and two other guys from work were throwing some drinks down at the bar down the road from my house. I lived across the street from my work so after we were finished there we went to my house and were having a few more drinks out on the porch.

Scott (my supervisor) started going on some drunk tangent about being a man and getting BJ's. He said word for word "you're not a man until you get a girl to stick two fingers up your ass while she sucks you off". We were all just kind of like what the hell, lol. Whatever though, we tried desperately to change the subject as none of us cared about him getting his bum fingered.

We finally switched subject, now we were on to politics. This guy was getting real heated and worked up talking about his hate for obama. He asks everyone who they voted for, then when he asked me I said, no one. He didn't like my answer and he looked at me and my buddy from work (who also responded that he didn't vote). He said you two faggets probably voted for obama just so you could have gay marriage passed.

I responded "ha, that's kinda funny coming from a guy who was just talking about how much he likes things shoved up his ass". Well I was sitting on the railing around my porch dangling my feet off, a pretty good ways up too.

He instantly shoved me in my chest a had a drink in my hand and no time to even react. I flew off the back of the raised porch falling head first on the concrete. I thought I really got hurt for a second just by the way the fall felt. I tried getting to my feet right away and Scott was bolting down the stairs right in my direction. I tried to get up before he started throwing punches. I was dizzy and dazed from the fall and I lost my footing and tripped back onto the ground. He pointed at me and said " look the silly mother fukker can't even get up" I got up pissed as ever and we circled eachoter exchanging some real choice words about our feelings towards eachother.

He kept getting in my face and I shoved him back and told him to take his drunk ass up stairs. I'm not gonna lie I was a little afraid to fight this dude, everyone was afraid of his psycho ass, including me. After I shoved him he swung at me and I dodged it by ducking. Then I shot back up and wound my arm back and let it rip, right in the fukking teeth. His body just went limp and he hit the sidewalk like a sack of rocks.

I kneed over top of him and was about to start slapping him around, but he didn't move and his eyes were rolled in the back of his head. I seriously thought for a second that I had just killed a man. Then he started snoring as blood ran out his mouth into a puddle on the sidewalk.

The three of us picked him up and carried him up stairs before someone called the cops on us. He didn't wake up but was snoring so we knew he was ok, and we threw him on the couch. My two friends from work left right away because they were so freaked out the cops were gonna get called. He didn't leave his house for four days, even missed work.

Well Two days later when I showed up for work, literally the entire plant heard about it and nobody could believe it. Everyone was laughing their asses off making jokes about me knocking him out, and everyone was shaking my hand and giving me props for putting him in his place. Everyone was hoping someone would do it one day because he bullied everyone, talked to them like they weren't even human.

He showed up for work 4 days later after not calling in or anything. He came into work with a wired jaw. I broke the guys f'ing jaw! Thank god he didn't call the cops on me, even though it was entirely self defense, last thing I needed was to go to jail. Well the supervisor that is in charge of the shift supervisors fired him for 2 no call no shows in a row. I got a little lecture about what happened from him too, but he couldn't do anything about it. I didn't miss any work and it didn't happen at work. I felt like a god after that, I'm not gonna lie.

Ha! I think the ones who go ballistic about their sexuality being questioned are always the closet queers or in major denial. Genuinely straight men will just insult you or laugh you off.

I actually hate fighting or any confrontation whatsoever to be honest. But I have been in my fair share of physical fights.

The last time was about 20 years ago in Manchester city center.

There was a boy (a runaway) about 14 years old. He was begging outside a nightclub.

I was standing about 10 feet away from him.

Three people came by. One woman and two men.

They was grown adults. They started picking on the boy.

I did what I shouldn't have done really and I intervened.

I told them they were out of order.

The woman started getting abusive towards me.

It turned into a fight.

I did get the better of her. I pulled her hair down and kneed her in the face a few times.

I felt so bad afterwards because she was crying.

I have never had a fight since.

It did not make me feel good.

I think girls probably have different feelings about winning a fight, but you should feel good knowing you stood up for what was right, even if it resulted in someone getting hurt.

I hate when people feel the need to prey on people that have not done a damn thing to them. I was bullied a lot in school and constantly getting into fights, and suspended from school, but atleast I let them know that I wasn't going down with out a fight.

I've gotten my ass whooped a couple of times though. Once this idiot jock always seemed to have it out for me and my only friend at the time, even though we didn't do a damn thing to him. I was waiting for my friend to finish packing his bag after the last bell by his locker when the guy just walked right up to the two of us side by side, and just walked right though and shoulder checked both of us, and turned around. I instantly turned around and socked him in the face and he fell to the floor crying and literally ran away.

Me and my friend max walked out the back doors that led to the football field we cut through after school. When we got out there the guy I had just punched was there waiting for the two of us with half the football team...needless to say we didn't stand a chance lol. That's ok though I wasn't the one too afraid to finish what I had started, without 6 other guys there.

I started getting into shape my freshman year and that's when I "blossomed" and filled out my body nicely. I started loosing less and less fights and the bullying came to a complete halt...actually gained some respect, for once in my life. Felt good.

Me and the another guy were sitting at the same lunch table in Jr. High school/middle school. We got into to an argument about a topic long since forgotten. One thing led to another and I challenged him to a fight in the park after the school day ended. This amused everybody because we were the two klutziest people in the school. We and about 30 giggling onlookers showed up to watch to see who was the worst fighter in the school. It was me.

As it turns out my bar-mitzvah was one week later. I had a nice new suit and and a very noticeable black eye for the occasion.

^^hahaha... funny story.^^

Some fights are funny to watch.