so they bullied you because you had no friends so you bullied them into being your friends and they are the sole tragic characters in the situation okay
wrong again, chief. i had friends, but because i was (and am) a fatty they thought i'd be a soft target. then i beat the shit out of them after provoking them, via highly personal and usually cutting verbal shots about how their dad was an alcoholic or something, to throw the first punch. Then I made an effort to bury the hatchet and move on, which most of the time was accepted.
but bullys have lots of self confidence and excel at the business world
bullies are insecure and can't properly show their emotions and often end up being abject failures when they realize that outside high school they have no power.
also; i have beaten bullies up and afterward become friends with them, and let me tell you, most of them are pretty tragic.
so stood around with your friends provoking these guys with offensive personal insults to make them as mad as possible and they are the bullies in this situation
once again, you fail utterly. they were already teasing me. understand? so i retorted, and they responded with physical violence, so i whipped their ass and the problem was solved and often a relationship formed.
edit: ascot why would you do such things.
It was me and my circle of friends, to another 2 guys.
I dunno, it was pretty cruel i guess. But they presented us with so many opportunities it was rude not too
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Metzger MeisterIt Gets Worsebefore it gets any better.Registered Userregular
but bullys have lots of self confidence and excel at the business world
bullies are insecure and can't properly show their emotions and often end up being abject failures when they realize that outside high school they have no power.
also; i have beaten bullies up and afterward become friends with them, and let me tell you, most of them are pretty tragic.
If by beating up you mean falling on them.
man i got enough of that one in grade school dawg
funnily enough, i did sit on one kid. he said "oh what are you gonna do sit on me, fat boy?" and it had been about the ninth time someone had said that to me, so, i pushed him down and sat on him.
im pretty sure if a fat kid sat on me it would be pretty hard not to continue making jokes at great physical cost
assuming you could still breathe of course
'ahhh fuck who is the asshole who decided to park their truck right on top of me daaaaaamn they coulda tipped out all the cement first cos i cant fucking breathe under all this weight shiiit'
see that way no one wins
you get hurt and the fatty feels bad
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Metzger MeisterIt Gets Worsebefore it gets any better.Registered Userregular
edited August 2008
yeah, in hindsight it was a pretty bad plan... we were both laughing about it a week later, though. elementary-school grudges only last until you need another dude for wall-ball or kick-ball or something.
see that way no one wins
you get hurt and the fatty feels bad
the spectators win
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FandyienBut Otto, what about us? Registered Userregular
edited August 2008
I wasn't a school bully in high school, I was just a total dickface. I was the school's single major stoner for like a year, so all the freshman were totally terrified of me for some reason. I was friends with pretty much everybody in all three upper classes and all the teachers, but, man the Freshman hated me so much when I was a junior.
I told this big fat girl she looked like a beached whale and asked how she walked up stairs without her organs collapsing. She cried. I called another girl a terrible bitch and a manifestation of everything wrong with society, so she went to the principle, said me and my friends made her "afraid to come to school" and I got banned from the hallway where the freshman congregated.
I also had a buddy who liked to go freshman bowling. I was in a really small school, so the entire nineth grade class would congregate in the basement in these tight little clusters. Anyway, my douchebag friend would basically go down to the end of the hallway, get a running start, and see how many of the little clusters he could knock over by shoulder-tackling into them in one run.
yeah, in hindsight it was a pretty bad plan... we were both laughing about it a week later, though. elementary-school grudges only last until you need another dude for wall-ball or kick-ball or something.
yeah, in hindsight it was a pretty bad plan... we were both laughing about it a week later, though. elementary-school grudges only last until you need another dude for wall-ball or kick-ball or something.
wall-ball?
it's called handball.
BZZZT
wrong
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yeah, in hindsight it was a pretty bad plan... we were both laughing about it a week later, though. elementary-school grudges only last until you need another dude for wall-ball or kick-ball or something.
wall-ball?
it's called handball.
it wasn't actually handball though. it was similar. for one, you can hold the ball. if you drop the ball, or the ball touches you, you have to run to the wall and touch it before someone else hits the wall with the ball. if you don't, you're out until the next round, and the game goes until there's two people.
yeah, in hindsight it was a pretty bad plan... we were both laughing about it a week later, though. elementary-school grudges only last until you need another dude for wall-ball or kick-ball or something.
wall-ball?
it's called handball.
it wasn't actually handball though. it was similar. for one, you can hold the ball. if you drop the ball, or the ball touches you, you have to run to the wall and touch it before someone else hits the wall with the ball. if you don't, you're out until the next round, and the game goes until there's two people.
New York - Investigators say neighbors waited more than a half hour to call police after hearing a woman's screams for help as she was being stabbed to death at a New York City apartment.
Police found 21-year-old Ebony Garcia lying in a pool of blood at about 2:10 a.m Saturday. She was stabbed about a dozen times and died two hours later at a local hospital.
Witnesses say neighbors ignored the woman's screams for more than 30 minutes before someone called the police. One neighbor says she ignored the cries because she thought the victim had been drinking.
Police want to question Garcia's boyfriend. She had obtained a restraining order against him.
Does this sound incredibly familiar to anyone else?
wait, why was this guy that she had a restraining order against still her boyfriend?
this "ebony garcia" (obvious stripper name) was clearly retarded and deserved to be stabbed
or that one where its just handball against a wall and then if you miss or whatever you have to stand against the wall and try to catch the ball as the rest of the people play against it and hit you to get you out?
and you wait until someone you dont like is against the wall and try to smash it at their face
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Metzger MeisterIt Gets Worsebefore it gets any better.Registered Userregular
New York - Investigators say neighbors waited more than a half hour to call police after hearing a woman's screams for help as she was being stabbed to death at a New York City apartment.
Police found 21-year-old Ebony Garcia lying in a pool of blood at about 2:10 a.m Saturday. She was stabbed about a dozen times and died two hours later at a local hospital.
Witnesses say neighbors ignored the woman's screams for more than 30 minutes before someone called the police. One neighbor says she ignored the cries because she thought the victim had been drinking.
Police want to question Garcia's boyfriend. She had obtained a restraining order against him.
Does this sound incredibly familiar to anyone else?
wait, why was this guy that she had a restraining order against still her boyfriend?
this "ebony garcia" (obvious stripper name) was clearly retarded and deserved to be stabbed
I know a dude with a restraining order barring him from seeing his girlfriend
He says it makes sex more exciting (this guy is scary as shit)
yeah, in hindsight it was a pretty bad plan... we were both laughing about it a week later, though. elementary-school grudges only last until you need another dude for wall-ball or kick-ball or something.
wall-ball?
it's called handball.
it wasn't actually handball though. it was similar. for one, you can hold the ball. if you drop the ball, or the ball touches you, you have to run to the wall and touch it before someone else hits the wall with the ball. if you don't, you're out until the next round, and the game goes until there's two people.
isn't that wallsies?
YES. All school yard games ended in 'ies'.
Wallsies.
Hoopsies.
Fencies.
We had a game called 'the shed' which was this storage shed out on the laying field. Soon as it was break time (recess) first one to touch the shed was the winner. Ergo, it was a mad dash of like 100 pupils in this marathon style peloton thing to the shed. It didnt last long.
FrankoSometimes I really wish I had four feet so I could dance with myself to the drumbeatRegistered Userregular
edited August 2008
People are stupid they still don't realise when there is a problem that requires 911 assistance you yell out 'FIRE! FIRE'.... that gets real responses.
we had a bank of handball walls at school and one of the walls was directly up against, with no gap in between, the wall of the house next to the school.
apparently the man living there kept bitching at the school about how the balls banging against his wall were getting on his nerves.
well shit man i'm sorry your house was built by retards.
yeah, in hindsight it was a pretty bad plan... we were both laughing about it a week later, though. elementary-school grudges only last until you need another dude for wall-ball or kick-ball or something.
wall-ball?
it's called handball.
it wasn't actually handball though. it was similar. for one, you can hold the ball. if you drop the ball, or the ball touches you, you have to run to the wall and touch it before someone else hits the wall with the ball. if you don't, you're out until the next round, and the game goes until there's two people.
The way we played it was the same, but instead of being out, you had stand against the wall and the person who threw the ball that beat you got to throw it at you.
yeah, in hindsight it was a pretty bad plan... we were both laughing about it a week later, though. elementary-school grudges only last until you need another dude for wall-ball or kick-ball or something.
wall-ball?
it's called handball.
it wasn't actually handball though. it was similar. for one, you can hold the ball. if you drop the ball, or the ball touches you, you have to run to the wall and touch it before someone else hits the wall with the ball. if you don't, you're out until the next round, and the game goes until there's two people.
The way we played it was the same, but instead of being out, you had stand against the wall and the person who threw the ball that beat you got to throw it at you.
Also, you were out.
We called it red ass. Our teachers sometimes watched us play it and didn't seem to care that much.
Until the one whiny kid ruined it.
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ButtersA glass of some milksRegistered Userregular
edited August 2008
We used to play army dodgeball. A group of kids would stand against the wall while the winner of the last match threw a rubber ball at them. Shots to legs and arms took them away (like stand on one leg or on your knees and put arms behind your back) and a chest shot killed you. The last one standing got to throw next.
QuetziHere we may reign secure, and in my choice,To reign is worth ambition though in HellRegistered User, Moderatormod
edited August 2008
I never played any of that shit
Most of my childhood, once I had friends, was spent doing stuff more like playing make believe than anything else
It was just how my friends and I functioned. Some of them would go off the play four square on occasion, but mostly it was all about just running around in the woods acting like a goon
Then afterward we'd go back to someone's house and play some Magic
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JedocIn the scupperswith the staggers and jagsRegistered Userregular
People are stupid they still don't realise when there is a problem that requires 911 assistance you yell out 'FIRE! FIRE'.... that gets real responses.
Great. Now you're going to get all the firemen shanked. I'm going to kick down your apartment door with my fire extinguisher and your bookie/estranged lover/evil twin is just going to stab me in the neck.
People are stupid they still don't realise when there is a problem that requires 911 assistance you yell out 'FIRE! FIRE'.... that gets real responses.
Great. Now you're going to get all the firemen shanked. I'm going to kick down your apartment door with my fire extinguisher and your evil twin estranged wookie lover is just going to stab me in the neck.
Dodgeball is banned at my school because it promotes aggression and violence or someshit
When one of the gym teachers retired a couple years back, he spent his last two days playing dodgeball
When we asked him about it, his exact words were "The hell are they gonna do? Fire me?"
Coach Grosso was a good guy
yeah, in hindsight it was a pretty bad plan... we were both laughing about it a week later, though. elementary-school grudges only last until you need another dude for wall-ball or kick-ball or something.
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If by beating up you mean falling on them.
It was me and my circle of friends, to another 2 guys.
I dunno, it was pretty cruel i guess. But they presented us with so many opportunities it was rude not too
man i got enough of that one in grade school dawg
funnily enough, i did sit on one kid. he said "oh what are you gonna do sit on me, fat boy?" and it had been about the ninth time someone had said that to me, so, i pushed him down and sat on him.
But in the good way?
assuming you could still breathe of course
'ahhh fuck who is the asshole who decided to park their truck right on top of me daaaaaamn they coulda tipped out all the cement first cos i cant fucking breathe under all this weight shiiit'
you get hurt and the fatty feels bad
the spectators win
I told this big fat girl she looked like a beached whale and asked how she walked up stairs without her organs collapsing. She cried. I called another girl a terrible bitch and a manifestation of everything wrong with society, so she went to the principle, said me and my friends made her "afraid to come to school" and I got banned from the hallway where the freshman congregated.
I also had a buddy who liked to go freshman bowling. I was in a really small school, so the entire nineth grade class would congregate in the basement in these tight little clusters. Anyway, my douchebag friend would basically go down to the end of the hallway, get a running start, and see how many of the little clusters he could knock over by shoulder-tackling into them in one run.
it's called handball.
BZZZT
wrong
it wasn't actually handball though. it was similar. for one, you can hold the ball. if you drop the ball, or the ball touches you, you have to run to the wall and touch it before someone else hits the wall with the ball. if you don't, you're out until the next round, and the game goes until there's two people.
superballs just exploded on the first impact.
wait, why was this guy that she had a restraining order against still her boyfriend?
this "ebony garcia" (obvious stripper name) was clearly retarded and deserved to be stabbed
and you wait until someone you dont like is against the wall and try to smash it at their face
no type-writer, no baby-drop, no cherry bomb
I know a dude with a restraining order barring him from seeing his girlfriend
He says it makes sex more exciting (this guy is scary as shit)
YES. All school yard games ended in 'ies'.
Wallsies.
Hoopsies.
Fencies.
We had a game called 'the shed' which was this storage shed out on the laying field. Soon as it was break time (recess) first one to touch the shed was the winner. Ergo, it was a mad dash of like 100 pupils in this marathon style peloton thing to the shed. It didnt last long.
apparently the man living there kept bitching at the school about how the balls banging against his wall were getting on his nerves.
well shit man i'm sorry your house was built by retards.
no double-tap
frozen
no unfreezing
no microwaving
The way we played it was the same, but instead of being out, you had stand against the wall and the person who threw the ball that beat you got to throw it at you.
Also, you were out.
We called it red ass. Our teachers sometimes watched us play it and didn't seem to care that much.
Until the one whiny kid ruined it.
That game was a lot of fun.
Most of my childhood, once I had friends, was spent doing stuff more like playing make believe than anything else
It was just how my friends and I functioned. Some of them would go off the play four square on occasion, but mostly it was all about just running around in the woods acting like a goon
Then afterward we'd go back to someone's house and play some Magic
Great. Now you're going to get all the firemen shanked. I'm going to kick down your apartment door with my fire extinguisher and your bookie/estranged lover/evil twin is just going to stab me in the neck.
Can we bobble?
When one of the gym teachers retired a couple years back, he spent his last two days playing dodgeball
When we asked him about it, his exact words were "The hell are they gonna do? Fire me?"
Coach Grosso was a good guy
the hell it is
Wall-Ball is a game for men