Just got in my first Bar Fight...
 

I turned 21 on May 1st of this year, and just got into a bar fight, kinda. I went to the bar with my buddies, then we went to a local mexican food place. These guys started talking **** to one of my friends as they were leaving and saying this like "we will pay for ur bill, come meet us in the parking lot now". I told them to F off and to get the F out of here, and they did. 5 seconds later they come back in and hit the hat off my buddies head, so I tackle the guy that did it and whoop the **** out of him, then it was broke up, they were kicked out, and I went home. That is the story, thought I would share. lol


just a little drunk right now, so if there is any typos don;t worry about it.

Sounds very high school.

It's Fair weekend in Fort Plain too! You would do well in that condition there today.

Come on, I'll fight you with one eye closed. I'll fight you with one paw behind my back. I'll,... I'll,.... Why I oughta....

ooooooooh, the last straw.

here's a little advice, if that thing ever happens again, either leave or buy the person a drink.....bar fights are ridiculous and can literally ruin people's lives....a little story for you......A few years back, I was working for a company that took on a new product and in order to satisfy all the legal requirements of the agreement, all the employees had to be bonded....there are several different levels of bonding and this particular agreement required complete FBI background checks. One of our absolute best employees was a 36 year old guy, married, two kids, and just did a wonderful job for us had a mark come up on his background check....guess what it was? A bar fight that had taken place 15 years prior right after his 21st birthday. Based on our agreement, we had to let him go because he had an assault charge in which he pleaded no contest, paid his fine, and thought he went on with his life....15 years later, I had to ask him for his badge and walk him out.....one of the worst days of my professional life.......avoid those things at all costs....they simply aren't worth it and as Jaime says, they are so high school...

"I turned 21 on May 1st of this year"

would never have guessed. i thought the story was an epic only an older much wiser man could write, much less have lived. the arc described every emotion we all experience when someone "talked asterisk to us" as you so eloquently put it.

bravo.

which junior college are you enrolled at?

Only a Noodle fan could dream up something like that.






And then actually type it.

That's a 5 frogger....no question.

You left out the part where they beat you guys in the 4x100 at the special olympics earlier in the day.

Irish...

If you're unlucky at the track for awhile... don't let it bother you. You used up all your good luck not gettin arrested. But since you didn't, nice job whoopin the dude's ass.

not feeling too good this morning, or to proud of my story. I can tell you that this will never happen again, but I really did have to do what I had to do. We were just enjoying our late night dinner, never said a word to these guys, and they wanted to start something. We laughed at what they said to try to get us to go into the parking lot, because we weren't looking for a fight. But when we were still sitting down eating and one of the guys came up to a good friend of mine who is one of the nicest guys I know and hit the hat off his head and gave him a little shove, I felt like I had to do something. I tackled him, tried throwing a few punches, and the owner broke it up.

The owner was not mad at me nor any of my friends, because he knew we wanted no part of the fight and those guys were looking to start something. This is the first time I ever have been in a "fight" my entire life, so it's not like something I have fun doing or do a lot.

I can honestly say the morning after, now that I am hungover and sober, that I am embarassed of myself. Live and Learn.

I can honestly say the morning after, now that I am hungover and sober, that I am embarassed of myself. Live and Learn.
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Pinocchio...stop already.



If someone needsa good vomit inducer....why take a look at this dreadful story.

believe what you would like, I don't know how you can see this is a made up story, but keep thinking, I wish it was a made up story.

Gepetto's gonna take your ass to the woodshed and chainsaw about three inches off your hide when he hears about this......wooded headed boys fighting! What's this world coming to.

believe what you would like, I don't know how you can see this is a made up story, but keep thinking, I wish it was a made up story.
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Well it sounds like something a Noodle would make up.

This sounds more like a PillowPants fight rather than a bar fight.Next time make it so at least 2 contestents go to emergency.






And I love what Philski'sTwin....I mea SatansTwin said.

i just checked the rule book.

bar fights have to take place at a bar. it doesn't count if you're throw down with the mean kid's at taco bell afterwards.

sorry.

A similar event happenned to me many years ago. I was minding my own business at a local diner when 3 beligerent customers started messing with my wife and I. Let's just say I "handled" the problem. Long story short, after serving 7 years, I was released & scheduled to fly home along with an assortment of inmates, most of which were incarcerated for a variety of extreme offenses. It was after they overpowered the guards on the plane that the real fun began...

In the end, I saved a couple lives & landed the plane on the strip in Las Vegas.

Oh wait, I'm thinking of the movie 'Con Air'....my bad. :D

I've seen the Irishman and he doesn't strike me as a Brawler. Hey I could be wrong but I doubt it. What bar in Muskegon were you at Irishman? I need to stay clear of there? I bet you were at Murphy's weren't you?

Years ago I was at a dairy queen, and a guy knocked my hat off.
I got mad and swore at him, then he said he was sorry.
I think I got a raspberry Mr. Misty.

ooooooooh, the last straw.

Your composure in the situation, as illustrated by the fact that there is not an inebriated follow-up about how you then overpowered him and threw him into a glass cooler full of Dilly Bars, should be a lesson for us all.

"take your goddamn mitts off my shirt, palooka"

the big man frowned. he wasn't used to being talked to like that. he took his meathooks off my shirt and doubled one into a fist about the size and color of a large eggplant. he had his job, his reputation for toughness, his public esteem to consider. he considered them for a second and then made a mistake. he swung the fist very hard and short with a sudden outward jerk of the elbow and hit me on the side of the jaw. a soft sigh went around the room.

it was a good punch. the shoulder dropped and the body swung behind it. there was a lot of weight in that punch and the man who landed it had had plenty of practice. i didn't move my head more than an inch. i didn't try to block the punch. i took it.

a minute later it was all over. the gorilla was crumpled in a corner moaning quietly. i picked my hat up off the floor, dusted it off and put it back on.

"velma!", i called. "whiskey sour! and turn that music up!"

i didn't like to fight. never have. but is there any sight more ridiculous that a man letting another man knock his hat off?

i drank the sour in one slow swallow, heard the sirens coming, and walked slowly out to central avenue. it smelled like spring.

i liked my post, but i gotta bow to this one...roflmao

I also found much to be learned from re-reading the original post in Chinese.

我轉動了二十一在5月1 日今年, 和進入酒吧戰鬥, 有點兒。我去酒吧與我的夥計, 那麼我們去一個地方墨西哥食物地方。這些人開始談**** 到我的朋友的當中一個因為他們是離開並且說這像"我們將支付您的票據, 來現在遇見我們在停車場" 。我告訴了他們對F 和使F 脫離這裡, 和他們做了他們回來的五幾秒後並且擊中了帽子我的夥計頭, 我如此應付做它和高聲呼喊**** 在他外面的人, 它然後是破壞, 他們被踢了, 並且我回家了。那是故事, 我會分享lol 的想法 一點現在被喝, 因此如果有任何錯別字不擔心對此。

Someone fouled my story....now I have to do it over.




Phooey.

It was nickle perogi night at The CheapWhiskeyDancer Bar....it was in mid summer around 7 years ago.


Oh it wasn't the nickle perogis that attracted me. ...I hate those vulcanized obsceneties anyway.


I was there to see the first Eskeemo cheap whiskey dancer. It was fabled her legs didn't even hint of stopping at her dupa and she could slam down 3 doubles after every dance as if they contained pinneappple juice and not FrankyFiveAngels Rye.

I came late...and they knew me there from my last visit when I cleaned out 17 Swedish military assault members and stuck their knives where cheese isn't made.

The bar was full.....and I love sitting at the bar.


I picked the toughest looking one to make sure there would be a message for all to enjoy.


I told him......" You're sitting in my seat."





He didn't like it.



Not the seat....what I said.






He replied.." Well I don't see yer stinkin' name on it."


I knew he didn't know me from the last time.



So I says......." No ..it ain't on my seat...it's on this....and my name is Colt .44." I pulled back my coat displaying a holstered Dirty Harry model." His eyes bugged



I smashed him over the head with a full bottle of OldGrandDad....as he slumped I picked him up and flung him about 20 feet across the bar.


I looked at all the dumbfounded retches and shrieked..."Anyone else wanna piece a me??"












They weren't interested.

at least ye werent fighting among yourselves... a few members of this board have been known to do that.

eeny weeny 'pider maaan is twying to start a bar fight with me.






Perhaps he should come here and write a good Noodle story about how he kicked my a s s .

He'd fit right in.

i actually was laughing out loud at this one...great stuff.

I liked Brian's

ohhhh, the last straw.

But this whole thread is very entertaining.

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I am ,of course, behooved.





I owe you....well I don't know if I'd go that far.

the more bar fights you get in, the less your chances of having a good looking face like Morty.....just food for thought.
































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Speechless I see.


It's okay...I will talk to thebby and see about restoring you to your former glory.
















you can thank me later.

Those were 50 pies.




Don't be a hog.

Pies are a good thing....

you learn a lot of things on the way to 500..

ror!



Too kind.

Next time you get that feeling check with me....I have several suggetsions for you.

Looks as though Mr. Noodle spent a peacful ,violence free Saturday evening.





I thought............. Shirley he will go to a biker bar and straighten everybody out.