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Share your best stories - Times that you have totally flipped out

In the 7th grade, before i had my awesome beard and general appeal, i had the misfortune of being obese, and named Patrick. This made for a common and yet unpleasant coincidence of being called Fatrick.

One time, in English, while the teacher was out, our pod of 3 desks had Me, a huge douchebag, and some dumb bitch. Douchebag is trying to flirt with the dumb bitch, and i corrected his grammar, so he proceeds with
'look fatrick, no one asked for you opinion, and no one gives a shit.'

I took the literature book, and smashed it across his face, knocking him out of his desk.

It was pretty badass.
 
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Anyways My mom was yelling at me for hours, and started cussing at me, and then she came charging at me and I kicked her back... ;_;
 
I remember me and my friends playing this sweet game when we were pissed at each other. It was called "ostrich wars". It pretty much consisted of putting a smaller guy on a bigger guy's shoulders, and knocking off other "riders" using any means necessary. It was pretty fucking fun. Don't ask where the ostriches came in. After the school authorities caught on to that one, we moved up to "Jesse ball" named after my friend who invented it. It was pretty much just a combination of soccer, football, and rugby, all full contact, no rules. By the time we graduated from elementary school, one player broke his collar bone, and another broke his arm.
 
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I believe I was in 8th grade at the time, and my Mom just had a talk with my brother and me about never hitting girls. My stepsister was present when my mom had the talk with us, so she got a few ideas from this.

A few days or so later my sister and her friend who were over started tickling me out of my chair. I told them to stop numerous times, but they simply responded with "What are you going to do? You can't hit us." At that point something in me just snapped and I ended up giving my stepsister a black eye and her friend a bloody nose. This actually ended up ruining my stepsister's friendship with the other girl and I haven't had any problems with her ever since then. I still feel kinda bad about doing it though.
 
Well, in the 8th Grade (Last year), Me and some friends were playing soccer, when the stupid 10th graders from the High School close to us came and started to mess around with us, of course...i don't like people bullshitting around with me. We start to play a small game, and one of my Friends gets hit with one of the 10th grader's elbow. It started as a big discussion, when I saw my friends hand hit the Jaw of one of the 10th graders, we all started to fight and i got hit in my Lip, I stood down and my friends asking me if i was ok, after that all I know is that i kicked someone's ass that day, and my friends told me how it happened, but then, I got a 3-Day vacation from school (suspension) but yeah, i kicked some ass that day
 
This was quite recently, but this dick kept starting on my friends (who he was bigger than) one lunch time and I kept stopping him (non violently, just telling him to fuck off).

One of these times, I got in between him and one of my friends, and he was getting annoyed and punch me in the face. I got a nosebleed and then I just snapped and charged at him, threw him to the ground and spat in his face and shouted some shit at him.

And for some reason I got in no trouble at all :-)
 
I don't really flip out, even though i use violence sometimes, i have myself under control. A true warrior is always focused, HIYAH!

BTW StrangerDanger, that was awesome.
 
There is one story that pops into my head.

When I was around the age of 10, me and my friends went to a local Park to skateboard, play football and simply hang around. The park itself had its own skate area where we would spend hours dropping in from 4 ft. half pipes, sliding down ramps or just being plain thick. We would also then trek over to the field to play football, followed by a walk home. However, after I flipped out due to agonizing pain around my Manly Features, if you will, it would lead to a moment full of pain, anger and would it certainly stop me from riding a skatepboard again.


It started like many Saturdays: I'd meet up with my friends, chill in a house and then most probably go to the park to skate and play football. Bright sun was shining on our eyes, also, it was rather warm in the summer of 2000 (baring in mind this is England). I was on the ground, practicing kick-flips and ollies, while the majority were sailing down the ramp or dropping dow the half-pipe. I attemtped a kick-flip; Pumped the back end of the board with my right foot, whilst slidding my left foot down the left hand-side of the board to flip it over. However, this was not meant to be. I could see the board not flipping from the kick of my left foot, the board was on its back (kind of like the titanic before it snapped in half), in other words, it was vertical. Meanwhile, I'm in the air just above this board. I am falling with my legs in the position like Britney Spears were when see was taking her nightly-sessions from a member of her ever so glamerous papporazi. The board was leaning on its back-end now as I'm falling to the ground. Suddenly, I screamed at the top of my voice in agonizing pain...

I will keep the words in my mind, but there was more swearing in them minutes than in Dennis Leary's stand-up comedy shows.

I was screaming in pain with my bollecks, yes, and dick as they were crushed in between my body and the front-end of the board. I was in tears, so were my "futures" and my board was left to fall on the floor. I must have hurt some of my friends as I was running around in a frenzy screaming, whilst flipping out due to the pain. I was actually hurting my friends while they were caring for me, etc. I actually felt like getting up as they looked casual but concerned, and smacking them in the face. I was angered and started to get really frustrated, as my balls and dick awere crying for help. After a scene that would entertain the dullest of people, I was sent to hospital shortly after while still going mad due to this accident.

The pain was unbearable, I would die before enduring that sort of pain again. I was so angered at everything while I was running around un-controlably. In the end however, I turned out ok!


Oh, wow...
 
that is an extremely weird reaction to getting hit in the gonads imo. i usually just curl up into a ball and feel like i'm going to vomit.
 
The one time I got hit in the balls really bad, someone took a tennis ball and hit me square right there, and this wasn't any normal tennis ball you couldn't squeeze it, it was like a cross between a tennis ball and a rock. I remember I thought my balls were bleeding, which is what I believe I was screaming
 
StrangerDanger said:
'look fatrick, no one asked for you opinion, and no one gives a shit.'

I took the literature book, and smashed it across his face, knocking him out of his desk.
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What that guy said, followed by what you did made me lol IRL. Man, you must be too intimidating to mess with nowadays with that beard, size etc.
 
vespa said:
that is an extremely weird reaction to getting hit in the gonads imo. i usually just curl up into a ball and feel like i'm going to vomit.
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It effected my stomach alot, I felt so cringed up in there while my balls were in serious pain. I was not in the mood to carw what I did for the first 10 minutes crying my eyes out whilst suffering on the ground.

And Mr.Goodbar, isn't that a "corky" which is short for a Cricket ball?
 
I was playing Soccer with my friends once. It ended 2-2. So a penalty shootout happens. I'm the goalkeeper. Paul kiicks the ball in the gap between my legs.I close them to block the ball. Its hits my penis. I just feel like I'll vomit. We win. Off the field I turn him into a bloody pulp. The end
 
well, there was this one time, when I was 12. Okay, so me and my friends were kicking a ball around in the field next to our church (the outline of the field is fenced off.) So this other dipshit comes up to us and asks us if he could play. We say sure and ask him if he's any good. Well, the guy sucked at soccer. And I'm a frank person, so I let him know. Apparently, if he sucked at soccer, nobody would play soccer anymore, so he grabbed the ball and threw it over the fence. Well, I'm pretty lazy, and I don't want to climb the fence, so I tell him to go get the ball back. He refuses, so I sort of kick him in a playful-ish manner, and I tell him again. Apparently, he takes my kick the wrong way and tries to low-blow me, but he's a bit too far away, and he punched real slow, so I dodged it. I asked him what the hell he was doing, and he ran at me and put me in a headlock. This is where I lost it. I forced myself out, and without thinking, threw a curved punch at him. My fist connected with his jaw, and he stood there for a moment. I was unsure whether to punch him again until he fell to the floor and started screaming. I immediately gained my "cool" again and got help. Well the son of a bitch said that I attacked him and beat him up. And of course they believed him, even though he was 14 and I was about a year and a half younger than him. So I tried explaining, and my mom exploded, going on this huge tirade about how if I kept beating people up, I'd end up in jail one day (I still haven't, btw). My dad just sort of hi-fived me and told me he had it coming, and I was defending myself. It was kind of weird.
 
The best thing that happened recently was in gym class a few weeks ago. I am a High School Freshmen, about 5'9 and weighing in at about 265 lbs. We have this Sophmore in our class because he failed gym last year (lol). He smokes weed about every day and I really don't know if he was high or just stupid.

So I was standing there after getting changed into my gym shorts, talking to a few friends. Somebody called my name so I turned around. The kid thought it would be funny to kick my in the balls as hard as he could while I'm wearing these flimsy gym shorts. He started laughing, but everyone else kinda looked around and...scurried.

So after a couple of minutes of holding my dear balls I get up and run (!) towards the kid. All of a sudden this huge fucking shadow casts across the entire gym because I'm the equivilent of a whale. I knock the kid down (reasonable size; bout 6'0 and muscular) and he lands on his knee and cracks something or another. He took a pretty vicious fall. It can kind of be descibed by either getting hit by a semi-truck or landing on your knee from about 20 feet. I'm a pretty big kid, and he hit the ground with a ton of force. He left after that to go to the nurse, lol.

I wasn't even mad at the kid, to be honest. I just got up and wanted to knock him down, that's all. = )
 
ummmmm..... One time at my friend's birthday party he invited people who liked him but hated me,so we were playing tackle football(sucide for me) someone gave me the ball,so i threw a perfect spiril,then i see basically the leader of the people who hate me comes up and tackles me.(way after i threw it) I told him to get off of me,he doesn't listen then more people come on top of me,then i lost it,i left hooked the second guy that came on me,i stood up,all of them falling off of me,i punched the orginal guy who tackled me then kick him right in his side hip,he is out of breath then i just pick him up and throw him to the ground. My mom and dad screamed at the kid who tackled me and i didn't get in trouble. :3


Then another time my sister was bothering me and she threw the TV remote at me(still have scare to this day) i got up threw to the ground punched her and threw my binder full force across her face. i got grounded for a wekk,she didn't get grounded. v.v
 
beating up your sister really isn't anything to be proud of dude....


also, i love how moms usually freak out when their sons get in fights and dads are usually pumped that you can kick some ass if need be.
 
^Lol.

I have an incredibly short fuse, so I flip out a lot :/
Guess I'll go with the most recent one.

There's this kid who I don't know (however, I do know his friends fairly well), and one lunch whist walking across the school field, he decided to run up behind me and try to kick me in the back. Now, beforehand I'd seen him walking towards me, and I saw his shadow about to kick me, so I turned and pulled his leg up and he fell over. Then everyone who saw was laughing at him (myself included). Anyway, he gets up and squares off to me, putting his face right up against mine. I'm not the biggest guy (5" 9, fairly muscular), but when I nutted him in the face he just fell straight back down, which made the freshly-formed crowd roar with laughter again.

He got up again and decided that this time it'd be best to swing for me, which he did, hitting me straight in the eye. So I wacked him back a few times, forcing his tooth through his lip in the process. Then one of his friends steps in to "break us up". Now, did I mention this friend of his used to bully me the whole way through primary school? Cause, well, he did. So smacked him round the face as hard as I could, knocking him clean out. The person who originally started on me then ran off.

They were both too scared to tell a teacher about it so to this day I got in no trouble for it :)
 
Lol. I've had to break up four fights in the last two days at my school. 2 of them were the same kid, same day (he was my friend, going spaz at some dickhead we both hate, the second time it was at one of my other friends, they punched eachother before I got in, but apart from that nothing). The other times was just random people thinking they can bash others (Note: I only break up fights if they are with my friends, Fuck everyone else).
 
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