FIGHT!
Dr Preference wants to hear your stories about fighting. Ever started a fight? Ever seen a spectacular bar brawl? Or did you hide in a kebab shop when chased by West Ham football hoolies? The first rule of B3ta Fight Club is that you WILL talk about B3ta Fight Club.
( , Thu 14 Mar 2013, 11:04)
Dr Preference wants to hear your stories about fighting. Ever started a fight? Ever seen a spectacular bar brawl? Or did you hide in a kebab shop when chased by West Ham football hoolies? The first rule of B3ta Fight Club is that you WILL talk about B3ta Fight Club.
( , Thu 14 Mar 2013, 11:04)
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Never eat Ginger Nuts.
This kinda ties in with last weeks question, but fits in nicely here.
I went to school with a young man who goes by the name of Tony. As we were racing headlong into our puberty at school Tony metamorphosed from a short, pudgy, blonde into a tallish, lanky, skinny, ginger with glasses.
The hormones must have really got to Tony because he also decided to become a serious risk-taker.
One afternoon a few of us were sipping our milkshakes and eyeing off some of the young ladies from the ladies college next door, down at the local cafe. Tony was sitting quietly pondering something when in walked Barry 'da Bully.
Now to put it very simply - Barry was everyone's nemesis. He was truly a very large, thick, intolerant prick who picked on anyone and everyone. Even the kids that tried to suck up to "Bazza" would often find themselves on the receiving end of his pummeling fists and threatening growls.
Unfortunately Barry had a few "favourites" that he relished picking on. Sadly (for him) Tony was one of those kids that gave Baz an almighty Bully chubby.
Barry heads straight over to our table, hoists Tony up by his lapels and growls at him to go and buy him a smoothie. With extra icecream.
Tony lowers his head and dejectedly wanders over to the counter to order.
In the mean time Baz has swaggered over to the girl's table and is suggesting to them that fine bitches like them should be sucking his dick. Now.... every fugly branch on every fugly tree in the largest fugly forest on the planet doesn't even show up on GoogleEarth as far as Barry is concerned.
The girls "Ewwww!" at him and Barry and snarls at them not to talk to him like that.
At which point he is tapped on the shoulder by Tony, holding a strawberry smoothie. Barry quickly rounds on Tony, glowering. Tony in very quick succession - throws the smoothie in Barry's face, plants his size 9 Chuck Taylor Allstars fair into Bazza's Pickled Love Onions and as Barry doubles over in pain, stands up straight throwing his head back hard, right into Bazza's face. In the space of a few seconds Barry has gone from rough, tough, hardman bully to a mewling, bloody-faced, sore-balled, fetal-positioned crybaby.
Tony is just turning around with a grin on his moosh, about to bask in his rightfully earned glory when a whistling haymaker from Bernadette, Barry's younger (and only slightly smaller than him) sister connected with Tony's jaw and launched him completely horizontally out onto the footpath outside. Out cold.
Barry eventually changed his bullying ways - I think it may have had something to do with Tony years later telling him how sweet it had been to woo, get numerous blowjobs from and then eventually fuck Bernadette. Seems she actually really had a thing for skinny, gingers in glasses.
tl;dr - don't beat up a bully if his younger sister is bigger than you. At least not unless you want to root her later.
EDIT: Having done quite a few years of aikido and judo in my yoof I'll never forget some of the first words my sensei told us - "The quickest way to end a fight with another man is to kick him squarely in the goolies." As evidenced by most of last weeks question.
( , Sun 17 Mar 2013, 0:56, 4 replies)
This kinda ties in with last weeks question, but fits in nicely here.
I went to school with a young man who goes by the name of Tony. As we were racing headlong into our puberty at school Tony metamorphosed from a short, pudgy, blonde into a tallish, lanky, skinny, ginger with glasses.
The hormones must have really got to Tony because he also decided to become a serious risk-taker.
One afternoon a few of us were sipping our milkshakes and eyeing off some of the young ladies from the ladies college next door, down at the local cafe. Tony was sitting quietly pondering something when in walked Barry 'da Bully.
Now to put it very simply - Barry was everyone's nemesis. He was truly a very large, thick, intolerant prick who picked on anyone and everyone. Even the kids that tried to suck up to "Bazza" would often find themselves on the receiving end of his pummeling fists and threatening growls.
Unfortunately Barry had a few "favourites" that he relished picking on. Sadly (for him) Tony was one of those kids that gave Baz an almighty Bully chubby.
Barry heads straight over to our table, hoists Tony up by his lapels and growls at him to go and buy him a smoothie. With extra icecream.
Tony lowers his head and dejectedly wanders over to the counter to order.
In the mean time Baz has swaggered over to the girl's table and is suggesting to them that fine bitches like them should be sucking his dick. Now.... every fugly branch on every fugly tree in the largest fugly forest on the planet doesn't even show up on GoogleEarth as far as Barry is concerned.
The girls "Ewwww!" at him and Barry and snarls at them not to talk to him like that.
At which point he is tapped on the shoulder by Tony, holding a strawberry smoothie. Barry quickly rounds on Tony, glowering. Tony in very quick succession - throws the smoothie in Barry's face, plants his size 9 Chuck Taylor Allstars fair into Bazza's Pickled Love Onions and as Barry doubles over in pain, stands up straight throwing his head back hard, right into Bazza's face. In the space of a few seconds Barry has gone from rough, tough, hardman bully to a mewling, bloody-faced, sore-balled, fetal-positioned crybaby.
Tony is just turning around with a grin on his moosh, about to bask in his rightfully earned glory when a whistling haymaker from Bernadette, Barry's younger (and only slightly smaller than him) sister connected with Tony's jaw and launched him completely horizontally out onto the footpath outside. Out cold.
Barry eventually changed his bullying ways - I think it may have had something to do with Tony years later telling him how sweet it had been to woo, get numerous blowjobs from and then eventually fuck Bernadette. Seems she actually really had a thing for skinny, gingers in glasses.
tl;dr - don't beat up a bully if his younger sister is bigger than you. At least not unless you want to root her later.
EDIT: Having done quite a few years of aikido and judo in my yoof I'll never forget some of the first words my sensei told us - "The quickest way to end a fight with another man is to kick him squarely in the goolies." As evidenced by most of last weeks question.
( , Sun 17 Mar 2013, 0:56, 4 replies)
"Barry doubles over in pain, stands up straight throwing his head back hard, right into Bazza's face"
eh?
( , Tue 19 Mar 2013, 0:10, closed)
eh?
( , Tue 19 Mar 2013, 0:10, closed)
Barry doubled over in pain
after copping a hefty foot to the love plums from Tony. Still facing each other Tony straightens up and snaps his head back - directly into Barry's grimacing face. Hence Barry had a mouthful (ate) a gingers nut (head).
Better?
( , Tue 19 Mar 2013, 6:11, closed)
after copping a hefty foot to the love plums from Tony. Still facing each other Tony straightens up and snaps his head back - directly into Barry's grimacing face. Hence Barry had a mouthful (ate) a gingers nut (head).
Better?
( , Tue 19 Mar 2013, 6:11, closed)
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