OT: What was the last fight you were in?

Can you believe in my 39 years I have NEVER had a physical fight in my life??

I am a lover not a fighter~~~

I have never been in a fight although I wanted to yesterday. LOL.

Been lurking for a while but I just had to respond to this one...

40 years and no fights!

Plenty of mouth! Guess no one wanted to find out if I had any umph behind all those words.

Too bad. I am like the Cowardly Lion! Would have growled and ran up on ya! Smack my hand and I woulda ran to the corner crying like a....you get the picture.

Before losing weight I always thought if nothing else I could just fall on them. I can't catch a beat down if you gagging for air!

gurl wth is chiffarobe?  lol!! 

year and a 1/2 ago.  my sister came to my house to *confess* that she was the person who suggested that our parents sue me for custody of my only child.    memba how sophia did squeak? even flat on her back she wanted to windmill her feet, luckily i was still moderately meaty then so i yanked her up and "escorted" her ass to the driveway.

A chiffarobe is a chest of drawers - term is from the early 1900's I believe.

and WOW - sister was WRONG for that!!!!! 

During our teens my sisters and I would try to beat the living **** out of each other.  Too many fights and too many years to remember which was the last.

ITS BEEN SOME YEARS, MAYBE 9-10YRS AGO. TOOK MY PINK FRIEND TO AN ALL BLACK CLUB (1ST MISTAKE), SHE GOT DRUNK AND THREW A DRINK ON A SISTER WAITRESS...WHY SHE DO THAT?  THE WERE GONNA CALL THE POLICE ON HER, SO MY COUSIN TELLS EVERYONE THAT I WAS "50", AGAIN, WHY SHE DO THAT?  I HAD TO FIGHT MY WAY OUT THAT CLUB...ONE CHICK GOT IN MY FACE SO I DO AN OLE 1 2 ON HER AND WATCHED HER HIT THE GROUND...EVERYONE ELSE JUST MEAN MUGGED ME AS I ESCORTED MY FRIEND TO THE CAR.  I WAS SCARED ON THAT ONE.  (BEING AN EX-BOXER HAS ITS ADVANTAGES).

VAL

girl NOT the drank spillin!!!!!

I ALMOST fought a pink chick for my girlfriend - she spilled a drink on her and I had to do my 'manly' defense of my woman...... chick was only 5'4'' maybe 110, I was 5'8'' and over 200 at the time.  Once I stood up, she got all apologetic......

Since I have been grown - no fights. That has not stopped me from coming close.  On several occasions I had the itch to break out with some cold steel, but I refuse to become someone biotch over a pack of cigarettes.   My freedom is more important to me than that.  Arguments- now that my sister is out of my life, I don't have those much either.

Bout 10 years ago, I was about to open up a can-o-woopass on a guy who jumped into a parking space that he knew I was waiting on.  I mean I got out the car got in his mug, hands/fingers all in his face.  Ole boy was standing there frozen.  My wife was his savior that day.  I'm so happy she was with me. My intentions for him were not favorable.  Thanfully, she was thinking of my freedom.

The last actual physical fight was back in 11 or 12 grade where my supposedly friends had convinced this special ed half mentally retarded kid to start a fight with me.  I was on the way to band practice.  Cat got in my face pushing me, trying to tackle me and what not.  I knew he was mentally challenged so I was thinking that I didn't need to hurt him.  But when he tagged me on the side-o-my head.....it was on. 

I tagged his azz back, fracturing my right pinky nuckle.  Roundhouse kicked his azz, then put him in a headlock and was about to DDT his ass but instead pulled him on top of me.  But the damage had been done.  That right jab had him dazed and confused.  So my supposedly friends pulled him off me.

Got to band practice and be damned if I could play that tuba.  Right hand had swollen up like an SOB.