Back in my day if you got called out to fight after school you had to show up. If not, you were ridiculed pretty hard. If you did show up and got your a$$ handed to you, you were also ridiculed pretty hard. It was a lose/lose for many. The first few years of junior high back in the 80s were pretty brutal. Maybe it’s still this way.
Let's see. A veteran, check. A rugby player, check. Kind of a grumpy dick, check.
vs.
An old, fat, #####, lawyer, check, check, check and check. I really am glad I provided you with free legal work as a favour.
I am sure you would do fine against the vast majority of the board.
I was going to pick Geraldish, because I am pretty sure he is over 80.
I think it could be pretty iffy picking PepsiFree. He comes across as a bit of a keyboard warrior, but in reality, he is probably a 6'4, jacked black dude who boxed and collected black belts.
So you are saying the entire Peter12 beer anecdote was made up? I'll admit it wasn't a very detailed yarn(something about you, beer, Peter12 and a blowjob) but it wasn't so elaborate that I thought you made it up.
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I never said this thread had any of the reported bits, haha.
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So you are saying the entire Peter12 beer anecdote was made up? I'll admit it wasn't a very detailed yarn(something about you, beer, Peter12 and a blowjob) but it wasn't so elaborate that I thought you made it up.
I learned early in life that there are two types of people: fighters and non-fighters.
In my hockey career, which included a couple of years in Jr. A and three games with the Lethbridge Hurricanes, I had one actual fight. It was terrifying. With the Red Deer Rustlers in Hobbema. The guy was going for my eyes and everything. Not fun. My playing style was more Tanguay with more wimp.
In my real life I have been in a total of two fights. One in grade 7 where I bullied a kid that was actually kind of a friend. I still feel like garbage to this day. Then at the end of first year law school a buddy and I were at the bars in Kingston, Ont. Buddy was pretty lippy, and started questioning the intelligence and income of the bouncers. Dumb idea. They dragged us into the adjacent alley, which was just about as scared as I have ever been in my life, but somehow we managed to talk our way out of it. Probably threatening to sue, since we knew the bar's name, etc. They let us go. However, before we were a block away, two guys came running up to us, clearly friends or co-workers of the bouncers and proceeded to thrash us. We were in the middle of the street and leaking everywhere. As we stumbled home, my buddy thought it was an appropriate time to tell me he was HIV positive.
Final story, which cemented my fight/non-fighter thesis. We were in a softball tournament in Golden, B.C. Usually, an awesome time. For some reason, we thought it was a good idea to go to a local bar. My buddy and I were playing pool. Then this skinny guy sits on the table. Then he blocks a pocket as a ball was going in. My buddy, WTF!! Skinny guy: WYGDAI. I was in the middle, Mr. P ussy peace keeper. My buddy steps around me and cross-checked the guy in the throat with his pool cue. (Insert: Damn that escalated quickly gif.) It was at that moment that I knew: I was not a fighter. And I also knew my buddy was absolutely a fighter. I came to peace with it at that moment as well, but that is probably for my therapist and not CP.
Fun stuff.
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I learned early in life that there are two types of people: fighters and non-fighters.
In my hockey career, which included a couple of years in Jr. A and three games with the Lethbridge Hurricanes, I had one actual fight. It was terrifying. With the Red Deer Rustlers in Hobbema. The guy was going for my eyes and everything. Not fun. My playing style was more Tanguay with more wimp.
In my real life I have been in a total of two fights. One in grade 7 where I bullied a kid that was actually kind of a friend. I still feel like garbage to this day. Then at the end of first year law school a buddy and I were at the bars in Kingston, Ont. Buddy was pretty lippy, and started questioning the intelligence and income of the bouncers. Dumb idea. They dragged us into the adjacent alley, which was just about as scared as I have ever been in my life, but somehow we managed to talk our way out of it. Probably threatening to sue, since we knew the bar's name, etc. They let us go. However, before we were a block away, two guys came running up to us, clearly friends or co-workers of the bouncers and proceeded to thrash us. We were in the middle of the street and leaking everywhere. As we stumbled home, my buddy thought it was an appropriate time to tell me he was HIV positive.
Final story, which cemented my fight/non-fighter thesis. We were in a softball tournament in Golden, B.C. Usually, an awesome time. For some reason, we thought it was a good idea to go to a local bar. My buddy and I were playing pool. Then this skinny guy sits on the table. Then he blocks a pocket as a ball was going in. My buddy, WTF!! Skinny guy: WYGDAI. I was in the middle, Mr. P ussy peace keeper. My buddy steps around me and cross-checked the guy in the throat with his pool cue. (Insert: Damn that escalated quickly gif.) It was at that moment that I knew: I was not a fighter. And I also knew my buddy was absolutely a fighter. I came to peace with it at that moment as well, but that is probably for my therapist and not CP.
Fun stuff.
Cool stories.
I learned at a young age that I am not a fighter. Primarily because I have few to no fighting skillz. Hence I tend to avoid fights at all possible costs.
That being said, I've been in far more than my fair share of fights, similarly, usually trying to calm matters down to no avail, however, much like you, usually just to back up a friend. I do not tend to start fights, but I cant abandon my friends either.
It was then that I learned that my pugilistic prowess was essentially more or less limited to my ability to absorb an absolutely astonishing amount of punishment.
That was my role. I can take one or two guys out of the fight to unbalance the numbers while they pummel me relentlessly until my friends show up to finish what they, as idiots, started in the first place.
I did fight Aeneas at Softball one time because I was drunk and thought it would be funny and it was all fun and games until he picked me up like a small child and body slammed me into the ground so hard I couldnt breathe for a few hours. I'm sure troutman remembers that one...
That was a good time. Would not recommend.
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So you are saying the entire Peter12 beer anecdote was made up? I'll admit it wasn't a very detailed yarn(something about you, beer, Peter12 and a blowjob) but it wasn't so elaborate that I thought you made it up.
I thought one of them stiffed the other one with the tab but I assumed it was for the beers, and now I'm wondering which one paid for the other's blow job.
So you are saying the entire Peter12 beer anecdote was made up? I'll admit it wasn't a very detailed yarn(something about you, beer, Peter12 and a blowjob) but it wasn't so elaborate that I thought you made it up.
