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Bah, the only thing I can think of that is even worth typing is this: When I was 17, I was going out with this girl, my first love I guess, and her stepfather was a complete bastard. I walked her home one night, and she kissed me goodnight and went inside. As I was walking away, I heard yelling, and stopped in my tracks. I went around to the kitchen window, and could see through into the hallway, where my girlfriend was lying on her back on the floor with this bastard straddling her holding her arms down. I ran around to the front door, and tried to open it, but it was locked, so I stepped back and booted it as hard as I could, and took half the fucking door jamb off. The door slammed open, and I grabbed the bastard by his shirt and pulled him off her. That was pretty much it. I remember saying to him something about killing him if he ever touched her again. I think he was so shocked that this skinny kid was threatening him, that he just froze. We left pretty quickly, and she went home the next day. I'm pretty sure that he never touched her again, at least that's what I like to think.
man that takes balls - i'd buy someone a drink for that ...very honourable man...its good to see some people still have a sense of fuckin honour in this world
We'll I suppose not sleeping with someone who had a fiancee is manly I suppose.
Carryign afriend at collage's bag to the train station which was fair walk while carrying my guitar and my abg which are bad enopugh on thier on my shoulder hurt for a few days after that....
Can't think of much else however jim's story can't be beat easily, and the rattler story was impressive as hell.....
Nothing like sleeping under the stars in -20 degree weather for four weeks while skiing UP 12,000ft mountains!! Made boot camp seem like boy scout camp.
Also I fought 5 nazi skinheads by myself once and walked away, albeit a little scratched up, and with a few beer bottles in my hair.
Acting as Weapons Platoon Sergeant during helo ops was pretty manly too I suppose.
I also ran a dude off the road who was in a high speed chase with the cops.
I stayed up for four days straight attacking enemy positions in the desert in 110 degree weather.(In training)
Once one of my Marines who weighed 230lbs was lifting one of my Marines who weighed 220lbs. To prove a point, I lifted them both at the same time. I almost passed out though.
I suppose I could go on, but the ole' memory ain't what it once was. I think... [img]/images/graemlins/scratchhead.gif[/img]
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Nothing like sleeping under the stars in -20 degree weather for four weeks while skiing UP 12,000ft mountains!! Made boot camp seem like boy scout camp
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Was it on a North Atlantic cruise?
Occupation: Department Director for the Department of Redundancy Department
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Well....I have 4 kids and a lovely wife, and I commute 100 miles each way to and from work, and it's all good. But since we're not going in that direction really...
I was a cabby in the South Bronx in '90 when a crackhead reached around from the back seat of the cab and slit my throat with a box cutter, completely severing my aorta. He shoved a hand into the pocket of my shirt and grabbed what cash I had (he had asked for change and simply watched where I put my hand before slicing me open) and he jumped out the back driver side door and ran. He ran right behind the cab! Somehow, he managed to get himself run over repeatedly by my cab for about a minute or so. I then drove myself about 2 miles to the hospital, losing about 9 pints of blood in the process. The soles of my socks (under my toes) were wet with blood when I stumbled into the front door of the hospital. I had to go to the front door, away from the actual doctors and equipment, because the emergency entrance was being "remodeled"! I fell down dead on the floor inside the front door so hard that the glass eye I have (from cancer at age 2) shot out of my head and shot across the floor from the impact. I'm sure the poor bastard who was working night security still remembers this lovely sight! [img]/images/graemlins/laugh.gif[/img] Anyway, I got better, and the scumbag who robbed me did not.
jim
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Honestly, that is some amazing shit right there. Stunning and extremely metal. [img]/images/graemlins/headbang.gif[/img] I can't even begin to imagine that. [img]/images/graemlins/notworthy.gif[/img]
"Also I fought 5 nazi skinheads by myself once and walked away, albeit a little scratched up, and with a few beer bottles in my hair."
Sorry Ace, If I had known that was you I would of just whacked you with a plastic 2 litre bottle..oops my bad!! [img]/images/graemlins/laugh.gif[/img]
Oh that wasn't 5 skin heads ..it was just me..you were just drunk and saw 5 of me..that happens sometimes! [img]/images/graemlins/tongue.gif[/img]
"Bill, Smoke a Bowl and Crank Van Halen I, Life is better when I do that"
Donnie Swanstrom 01/25/06..miss ya!
"Well, your friend would have Bell's Palsy, which is a facial paralysis, not "Balls Pelsy" like we're joking about here." Toejam's attempt at sensitivity.
Again Ace ..That was me...I didn't shave my back..that was my winter coat...and I did NOT appreciate that! [img]/images/graemlins/laugh.gif[/img] [img]/images/graemlins/laugh.gif[/img]
Drugging me and taking advantage...I'll getcha back..I will!! [img]/images/graemlins/laugh.gif[/img] [img]/images/graemlins/wink.gif[/img]
"Bill, Smoke a Bowl and Crank Van Halen I, Life is better when I do that"
Donnie Swanstrom 01/25/06..miss ya!
"Well, your friend would have Bell's Palsy, which is a facial paralysis, not "Balls Pelsy" like we're joking about here." Toejam's attempt at sensitivity.
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