Bar Fights

I REALLY HATE POKEMON! · 11-13-2009, 05:16 AM

I was in my first bar fight tonight. Kewl.

Me and a couple friends went out to drink, obviously. It was pretty normal, loud music, drunk people, some idiots. After a half a pitcher, with just a tinge of a buzz coming on, I said to my friends earlier in the night, talking about a guy a table in front of us, "See that guy right there? I wanna kick his ass. I don't know why, he looks like a douche. Besides, a bar fight would be cool!" Quote.

He was talking to a couple girls, one older, one young, trying his best to get both or either. I didn't know any of them, and while we drank a few pitchers, a couple times through the night, the girl smiled at me. Eventually, when the table adjacent to us was open for a moment, and my friends stepped outside to smoke, the girl sat down near me at the open table and started talking to me. We spoke for a bit, then the people sitting at that table returned. She went back to her table at their request and I decided to leave anyway and say goodbye to her. I think the guy at her table was a bit jealous.

Well, as I left, I picked up a green jacket which looked like my friend's which was on a stool at our table and left with it. Whaddya know, it was his f*cking jacket.

As I was leaving with it, he came up behind me and firmly placed his hands upon my shoulders and said with an aggressive tone, " Hey, that's MY jacket!" He could have tapped my shoulder, or something but no. The gangertered out bitch covered in tattoos wanted a fight. So I turned to him and pushed the jacket into his chest and said "Here." I thought we were even. Apparently not. He sucker punched me after giving a slight warning via a contorted face.

So, I felt the warm fluid drizzle down my nose and decided in a split second, hm, this guy needs to be hurt. So, in the middle of a crowd of people I threw a few rights, 3 or 4, all landing in his face/head and backed him into a wall. He had his head turned away from me like a cornered rat and was trying defend himself like a girl. However, a bouncer saved him and threw me outside.

I dunno how much damage I caused him, I wish I could have seen it, but it was great. =)

**Deku Trii** · 11-13-2009, 08:33 AM

*sigh*

**X-3** · 11-13-2009, 11:14 AM

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Originally Posted by I REALLY HATE POKEMON!

"Here."

Them's fighting words.

Maximum Spider · 11-13-2009, 07:10 PM

And you thought your teachers were lying about the dangers of alchohol...

Luigiman7 · 11-13-2009, 07:33 PM

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Originally Posted by I REALLY HATE POKEMON!

Kewl.

yes because this is kewl

LisBad · 11-13-2009, 08:47 PM

It probably wasnt even his jacket his criminal gangster ass probably stole it, this is why I don't like to go out people like him ruin everyones fun.

Rainbow Dash · 11-13-2009, 08:49 PM

yeah way to beat up a guy who thought you were stealing his jacket!!

LisBad · 11-13-2009, 09:04 PM

Self defense?

SephirothKirby · 11-14-2009, 02:37 PM

And people ask me why I hate society.

I REALLY HATE POKEMON! · 11-16-2009, 11:15 AM

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Originally Posted by xX~Luigi_Man~Xx

yes because this is kewl

yes because this is "kewl"

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Originally Posted by Chunky Kong12345

yeah way to beat up a guy who may have thought you were stealing his jacket which he had no business placing at someone else's occupied table!!

Fixed.

That guy who attacked me, his kind is better off dead.

**Deku Trii** · 11-16-2009, 01:04 PM

Nice try, IRHP. Not this time, though. Not this time.

Jere · 11-16-2009, 03:07 PM

You don't need to hit somebody because you see him steal something from you, he might as in this case taken the wrong jacket.

***Booyakasha*** · 11-16-2009, 07:26 PM

I got in a bar fight once, too. I was just sitting at a table with my Injun friend Running Bear; we were playing cards and knocking back shots of whiskey from a big bottle marked 'XXX', when suddenly Black Bart and his gang walked in through the saloon's swinging doors. I thought nothing of it at first, but then the piano player switched over from 'generic rag' to 'dramatic minor-key chords', so I knew they meant business. Black Bart sauntered up to our table and spat tobacco into the cuspidor with an audible 'ding', because that's the sound it makes when you spit tobacco into a cuspidor. "Lookee hyar, boys, I reckon Boo here forgot to tie up his red dog outside!" His gang looked confused. "You see," Bart explained patiently, "I'm metaphorically referring to this native as an animal as a means of demonstrating how evil I am! Har har har!" The other gang members laughed appreciatively at their leader's incisive wit.

I stood up John Waynefully, and said, "Mister, your mouth is going to get you into a lot of trouble one day, but not all that soon, because for the foreseeable future it'll be too busy having my fist in it! Have at you!" And I socked Black Bart one in the kisser, knocking him backwards over a table. He stood up groggily and said, "Ouch! That was my face you just punched! Get him, boys!" The four villains converged on our table. I knocked the first one straight out with a good old-fashioned haymaker, a staple of American fist-fighting ever since the Old West was officially created by an act of Congress in 1808. Running Bear took his first man down with some kind of savage Indian attack to the groin, and I reflected on the great wickedness his people had indoctrinated him in before he found civilisation. Then I picked up a chair and smashed it over another gang member's head and neck, saying a silent prayer to Odin the Allfather that the Valkyrie would deliver his soul safely to Valhalla. That left one desperado, so Running Bear and I karate chopped him into incapacitation before sliding him down the bar in a festive manner. Our foes defeated, we jumped up and did a spontaneous celebratory midair high-five.

Just then, Black Bart popped up from behind an overturned table and said, "You dirty so-and-sos! Those were my best cronies! You're gonna pay for that in spades!" He drew a six-shooter (a weapon generally outlawed by Marquess of Queensberry rules) and pointed it at us in a decidedly threatening manner. He had us dead to rights, and it looked like we were headed for Boot Hill, when suddenly an arm reached up from behind the bar and smashed a bottle over Bart's head, knocking him cold. It was Sally Lou Bessie Mae Joan Jean, the barmaid and love interest! Boy howdy, we sure lucked out that time. Anyhow, there was probably all manner of riding off into the sunset at that point. You know how these things go.

(EDIT: Hey, look at that. Not a bad 8000th post, if I may say so.)

I REALLY HATE POKEMON! · 11-19-2009, 06:06 PM

^ I was trying to come up with an over 8,000 comment, but I failed.

Metal Man · 11-19-2009, 09:30 PM

Needs more samurai swords.

***Booyakasha*** · 11-19-2009, 11:02 PM

Samurai swords in the Old West? Don't let's be silly, here.

**LASER BEAR ASSAULT UNIT** · 11-22-2009, 03:48 PM

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Originally Posted by I REALLY HATE POKEMON!

So, I felt the warm fluid drizzle down my nose

sounds more like hot gay bar sex to me

I REALLY HATE POKEMON! · 11-23-2009, 06:02 PM

^ *Slices you with a samurai sword in the old-west in space on fire*

***CaptHayfever*** · 11-23-2009, 06:55 PM

^YOU!

And remember, "I-a wanna spend all your money!"

**LASER BEAR ASSAULT UNIT** · 11-24-2009, 03:28 AM

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Originally Posted by I REALLY HATE POKEMON!

^ *Slices you with a samurai sword in the old-west in space on fire*

so were you both fighting over who's on top or what?

11-13-2009, 05:16 AM	#1
I REALLY HATE POKEMON! Goku lives on the Sun Join Date: Jun 2000 Location: California, U.S.A Gender: Posts: 12,717 Thanks: 1,334 Thanked 275 Times in 234 Posts Blog Entries: 1	Bar Fights I was in my first bar fight tonight. Kewl. Me and a couple friends went out to drink, obviously. It was pretty normal, loud music, drunk people, some idiots. After a half a pitcher, with just a tinge of a buzz coming on, I said to my friends earlier in the night, talking about a guy a table in front of us, "See that guy right there? I wanna kick his ass. I don't know why, he looks like a douche. Besides, a bar fight would be cool!" Quote. He was talking to a couple girls, one older, one young, trying his best to get both or either. I didn't know any of them, and while we drank a few pitchers, a couple times through the night, the girl smiled at me. Eventually, when the table adjacent to us was open for a moment, and my friends stepped outside to smoke, the girl sat down near me at the open table and started talking to me. We spoke for a bit, then the people sitting at that table returned. She went back to her table at their request and I decided to leave anyway and say goodbye to her. I think the guy at her table was a bit jealous. Well, as I left, I picked up a green jacket which looked like my friend's which was on a stool at our table and left with it. Whaddya know, it was his fcking jacket. As I was leaving with it, he came up behind me and firmly placed his hands upon my shoulders and said with an aggressive tone, " Hey, that's MY jacket!" He could have tapped my shoulder, or something but no. The gangertered out bitch covered in tattoos wanted a fight. So I turned to him and pushed the jacket into his chest and said "Here." I thought we were even. Apparently not. He sucker punched me after giving a slight warning via a contorted face. So, I felt the warm fluid drizzle down my nose and decided in a split second, hm, this guy needs to be hurt. So, in the middle of a crowd of people I threw a few rights, 3 or 4, all landing in his face/head and backed him into a wall. He had his head turned away from me like a cornered rat and was trying* defend himself like a girl. However, a bouncer saved him and threw me outside. I dunno how much damage I caused him, I wish I could have seen it, but it was great. =)

11-16-2009, 07:26 PM	#13
*Booyakasha* SuperMod of War Join Date: Nov 2000 Location: Wisconsinland Gender: Posts: 9,945 Thanks: 157 Thanked 1,481 Times in 763 Posts	I got in a bar fight once, too. I was just sitting at a table with my Injun friend Running Bear; we were playing cards and knocking back shots of whiskey from a big bottle marked 'XXX', when suddenly Black Bart and his gang walked in through the saloon's swinging doors. I thought nothing of it at first, but then the piano player switched over from 'generic rag' to 'dramatic minor-key chords', so I knew they meant business. Black Bart sauntered up to our table and spat tobacco into the cuspidor with an audible 'ding', because that's the sound it makes when you spit tobacco into a cuspidor. "Lookee hyar, boys, I reckon Boo here forgot to tie up his red dog outside!" His gang looked confused. "You see," Bart explained patiently, "I'm metaphorically referring to this native as an animal as a means of demonstrating how evil I am! Har har har!" The other gang members laughed appreciatively at their leader's incisive wit. I stood up John Waynefully, and said, "Mister, your mouth is going to get you into a lot of trouble one day, but not all that soon, because for the foreseeable future it'll be too busy having my fist in it! Have at you!" And I socked Black Bart one in the kisser, knocking him backwards over a table. He stood up groggily and said, "Ouch! That was my face you just punched! Get him, boys!" The four villains converged on our table. I knocked the first one straight out with a good old-fashioned haymaker, a staple of American fist-fighting ever since the Old West was officially created by an act of Congress in 1808. Running Bear took his first man down with some kind of savage Indian attack to the groin, and I reflected on the great wickedness his people had indoctrinated him in before he found civilisation. Then I picked up a chair and smashed it over another gang member's head and neck, saying a silent prayer to Odin the Allfather that the Valkyrie would deliver his soul safely to Valhalla. That left one desperado, so Running Bear and I karate chopped him into incapacitation before sliding him down the bar in a festive manner. Our foes defeated, we jumped up and did a spontaneous celebratory midair high-five. Just then, Black Bart popped up from behind an overturned table and said, "You dirty so-and-sos! Those were my best cronies! You're gonna pay for that in spades!" He drew a six-shooter (a weapon generally outlawed by Marquess of Queensberry rules) and pointed it at us in a decidedly threatening manner. He had us dead to rights, and it looked like we were headed for Boot Hill, when suddenly an arm reached up from behind the bar and smashed a bottle over Bart's head, knocking him cold. It was Sally Lou Bessie Mae Joan Jean, the barmaid and love interest! Boy howdy, we sure lucked out that time. Anyhow, there was probably all manner of riding off into the sunset at that point. You know how these things go. (EDIT: Hey, look at that. Not a bad 8000th post, if I may say so.) Last edited by Booyakasha; 11-16-2009 at 07:40 PM.

11-13-2009, 08:33 AM	#2
Deku Trii PP&R Mod Current Events Mod Join Date: Jun 2000 Location: Texas Gender: Posts: 9,031 Thanks: 521 Thanked 1,099 Times in 583 Posts	sigh

11-13-2009, 07:10 PM	#4
Maximum Spider Senior Member Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: I'll take Street Fighter over Dragonball any day. Gender: Posts: 2,549 Thanks: 0 Thanked 191 Times in 126 Posts	And you thought your teachers were lying about the dangers of alchohol...

11-13-2009, 08:47 PM	#6
LisBad Junior Member Join Date: Feb 2009 Location: california Gender: Posts: 123 Thanks: 53 Thanked 15 Times in 10 Posts	It probably wasnt even his jacket his criminal gangster ass probably stole it, this is why I don't like to go out people like him ruin everyones fun.

11-13-2009, 08:49 PM	#7
Rainbow Dash been dreamin', i've been waitin' Join Date: Jan 2001 Location: a bomb-ass cloud house bachelorette pad Gender: Posts: 24,402 Thanks: 173 Thanked 1,179 Times in 716 Posts	yeah way to beat up a guy who thought you were stealing his jacket!!

11-13-2009, 09:04 PM	#8
LisBad Junior Member Join Date: Feb 2009 Location: california Gender: Posts: 123 Thanks: 53 Thanked 15 Times in 10 Posts	Self defense?

11-14-2009, 02:37 PM	#9
SephirothKirby Senior Member Join Date: Sep 2006 Location: Those who criticize our generation forget who raised it. Gender: Posts: 7,213 Thanks: 373 Thanked 760 Times in 447 Posts	And people ask me why I hate society.

11-16-2009, 01:04 PM	#11
Deku Trii PP&R Mod Current Events Mod Join Date: Jun 2000 Location: Texas Gender: Posts: 9,031 Thanks: 521 Thanked 1,099 Times in 583 Posts	Nice try, IRHP. Not this time, though. Not this time.

11-16-2009, 03:07 PM	#12
Jere Senior Member Join Date: May 2008 Location: Sutme Gender: Posts: 3,650 Thanks: 404 Thanked 331 Times in 256 Posts Blog Entries: 3	You don't need to hit somebody because you see him steal something from you, he might as in this case taken the wrong jacket.

11-19-2009, 06:06 PM	#14
I REALLY HATE POKEMON! Goku lives on the Sun Join Date: Jun 2000 Location: California, U.S.A Gender: Posts: 12,717 Thanks: 1,334 Thanked 275 Times in 234 Posts Blog Entries: 1	^ I was trying to come up with an over 8,000 comment, but I failed.

11-19-2009, 09:30 PM	#15
Metal Man Fairy-Slaying Maniac Join Date: Apr 2000 Location: 1592 Miles Away From Here Gender: Posts: 18,062 Thanks: 148 Thanked 683 Times in 482 Posts	Needs more samurai swords.

11-19-2009, 11:02 PM	#16
*Booyakasha* SuperMod of War Join Date: Nov 2000 Location: Wisconsinland Gender: Posts: 9,945 Thanks: 157 Thanked 1,481 Times in 763 Posts	Samurai swords in the Old West? Don't let's be silly, here.

11-23-2009, 06:02 PM	#18
I REALLY HATE POKEMON! Goku lives on the Sun Join Date: Jun 2000 Location: California, U.S.A Gender: Posts: 12,717 Thanks: 1,334 Thanked 275 Times in 234 Posts Blog Entries: 1	^ Slices you with a samurai sword in the old-west in space on fire

11-23-2009, 06:55 PM	#19
*CaptHayfever* Smash SuperMod Join Date: Jul 2002 Location: (n) - the place where I am Gender: Posts: 27,661 Thanks: 1,991 Thanked 2,486 Times in 1,513 Posts	^YOU! And remember, "I-a wanna spend all your money!"