man i never noticed i had a temper...but i am noticing it more and more. i think its that irish in me comming out


do you have a temper? what sets you off?

Yes I do, and it's a vile/ugly thing to see. I have learned to keep in mostly in check.
BAD things happen when I don't.

Originally posted by SanDiegoCJ
Yes I do, and it's a vile/ugly thing to see. I have learned to keep in mostly in check.
BAD things happen when I don't.

X2

Originally posted by Chrisjeep7
man i never noticed i had a temper...but i am noticing it more and more. i think its that irish in me comming out


do you have a temper? what sets you off?


never thought i had a temper, but now that i see i do trying to control it is hard...lol

not anymore. :)

ok maybe a little bit, but only when i am threatend (like when people try to steal my truck)

Originally posted by Chrisjeep7
man i never noticed i had a temper...but i am noticing it more and more. i think its that irish in me comming out





exatally same here

Yes I do! If you notice I'm getting a little grouchy, feed me, or somebody's getting shot!

Yes....it's hard for me to control it sometimes. I try...

we have a lot of hot heads on the BB, who would have guessed that :flipoff2: :flipoff2:

Yes, but it takes a LOT to set me off, no single item can set me off, usually takes 10 or more... actually with a really bad temper, I have a violence issue as well.

So I watch for the warning signs, and remove myself from that situation before I do something someoen else might regret.

(pure blind, adrenaline pumping, wanna kill, gonna try to kill rage is a BAD thing)

Yes, it takes more the PBB to bring it out though.:D

I am scared of it because I will be getting in some trouble and so will the other person.
Reckless abandon basically.

Slow fuse, but then..........:mad3:

Originally posted by SanDiegoCJ
Yes I do, and it's a vile/ugly thing to see. I have learned to keep in mostly in check.
BAD things happen when I don't.

I guess its a good thing Im on your good side for the time being :flipoff2:

I can get a temper, but it takes ALOT for it to come out.
Scott

yes....mostley my kids set me off but sometimes its something as simple as a crumb on my freshly vacummed carpet! I think alot of mine is hormonal tho...but ask my kids...lol...im a witch sometimes :)


then its a different kinda mad i get these days..thinking of rob getting hurt and the guy gettin away with it...and joel dying but having no one to blame..its a different kinda temper that i get from that


:)

i get real fawken pissed easy , so yea i do have a bad temper.:flipoff:

Yep. LIBERALS:mad: (I know that's always my answer but it's true;))!!

I get enraged. I get so pissed off that I disregard all consequences and do stupid shit.

I get violently and destructively angry. It takes me a while to get there, but if I do - it's best not to be around.

I crushed the middle knuckle in my hand punching a steel wall when I was in the military... I didn't even know I did it, felt no pain.

I just try to keep it in check; nothing good comes out of it. I have gotten better with it as I have gotten older. I tried to kill someone once as a result and he has some chronic problems now as a result.

It takes a lot to set me off. Just ask Robert exactly how patient I am with my family ;) But once I go off its not nice :roxy:

i know i am pissed when my sholder starts to hurt, it feels like i have a pinched nerve behind my sholder blade and it just makes me more pissed off...

anyone else have this problem or somthing like it?

not like I used to. I'm much better at walking away these days b4 I blow.

Listen here fucker, it's none of your damn business if I have a temper or not! Why don't you worry about your freaking problems?

:rolleyes: :flipoff:




:blackflipoff2: :blacksmileydude:
Actually I do have a bit of temper. I'm not as 'congenial' as I used to be. *grin*

Originally posted by Entropy
I get enraged. I get so pissed off that I disregard all consequences and do stupid shit.

I get violently and destructively angry. It takes me a while to get there, but if I do - it's best not to be around.

I crushed the middle knuckle in my hand punching a steel wall when I was in the military... I didn't even know I did it, felt no pain.

I just try to keep it in check; nothing good comes out of it. I have gotten better with it as I have gotten older. I tried to kill someone once as a result and he has some chronic problems now as a result.
you know they have pills to control that?:eek:

Originally posted by YOTA86

you know they have pills to control that?:eek:

You know the mods have one little button that SHOULD be controlling you?
Scott

Edit for your dumbass: In case you don't know.. Let me ask you this.. Are you good at playing an instrument?? For a Band perhaps?
Scott

geez you have a bad temper too :flipoff2:

no I don't....

I just HATE you. And I don't Hate many people Ive never met :flipoff2:

Originally posted by Po' riggity
no I don't....


Don't be a hater. Doofus can't help he's stupid.

Originally posted by Travis Waldher
Yes, but it takes a LOT to set me off, no single item can set me off, usually takes 10 or more... actually with a really bad temper, I have a violence issue as well.

So I watch for the warning signs, and remove myself from that situation before I do something someoen else might regret.

(pure blind, adrenaline pumping, wanna kill, gonna try to kill rage is a BAD thing)


That's pretty much the way I am also.

Well, i "thought" i had a temper until i read the replies in this thread! :flipoff2:
But, i do have a temper, but i've got good control of it now. Instead of getting really, really angry, i just get very short with my answers, almost rude. That's how i end the conversation that is getting me angry. "Look, this is what i think, that's it, i don't want to debate it, the end."
And i pretty much walk away from the situation.
It's a pretty good way of handling these types of situations, i don't get mad, i just leave, and save time, and actually go on to doing something else, something productive.

Originally posted by eurobob


Don't be a hater. Doofus can't help he's stupid.

Bob, Sorry, but Im definetly convinced that ANYONE CAN help that they are stupid.. Just work harder :flipoff2:
Scott

Originally posted by Po' riggity


Bob, Sorry, but Im definetly convinced that ANYONE CAN help that they are stupid.. Just work harder :flipoff2:
Scott

He's definitely working harder at being stupid. So you're right, he can help it.

Originally posted by YOTA86

you know they have pills to control that?:eek:

Not really a problem anymore. I have a lot more to be happy about now, so being angry isn't as much of a problem.

I was in a bar with the wife a couple years ago and she was dancing with our friend Lori. I went out to see if they wanted anything to drink and I am dancing next to both of them...

This guy starts rubbing his ass on my wife. He is like twice my size and he is obviously drunk off his ass.

My wife tells him a couple times to back off politely. Then I tell him once politely.

He does it again, so I get in his face - and I mean IN his face. If he would have had a booger hanging out of his nose, I would have sucked it up when I inhaled.

I said: "Now YOU have a problem." in response to his "You have a problem man?"

Well, big man starts backing up because I am walking forward. (I am like 160 soaking wet and 6'1" – so I was surprised).

Then I feel pressure on both shoulders... like bouncers fixing to grab me and take me outside. Well, the offender turns around and books it out of there at the same time.

:D Tim, a good friend, and another guy that I kind of knew were standing behind me with a "Now, you have three problems." look.

Lori was Tim's girlfriend and he probably figured I was fixing to be used as a floor mop.

Here is the irony. ONE WEEK later - it is pouring down rain in front of a bar a couple of miles down the road from that one where I am shooting leagues for pool.

I am standing on the front porch of the bar smoking a cig with some buddies. Some guy gets pulled over by three cops right in front of the bar.

A female officer comes over to the front of the porch dripping wet and VERY PISSED OFF. She yells: "IF SOMEONE DOESN'T DRIVE THIS DUMB FUCK’S CAR HOME, HE IS GOING TO JAIL FOR A DUI AND ANYTHING ELSE I CAN THINK OF... CAUSE I HAVE HAD A BAD FAWKING NIGHT."

The guy in question walks over. Guess whom! Yep, the ass rubbing guy from the week before. Nobody is volunteering for this detail and I am thinking "You get what you deserve dumbass."

Then I had some kind of brain-fart and I actually volunteered. I had to drive his truck home about twenty miles with my wife following in my car and one of the troopers following her. I guess one of the troopers knew the kid and was trying to give him a break… and I had to submit to a breathalyzer. The lady cop thought I was nuts and kept asking me if I knew the guy.

Anyway, to make a long story even longer...

Go back about five more years. On a beach in a very similar situation... except this time, it comes to blows.

I told the guy I would kill him. He starts punching me... full out, gets me on the ground and starts pounding me in the face repeatedly as hard as he could.

However, he starts getting weak. I am just laying there staring him in the eyes with my left hand relaxed at my side. My right hand however, was around his neck... and my thumb was so far into the side of his throat he was starting to make gurgling sounds.

This whole time, my wife standing a couple feet of way is screaming for someone to get him off me because her husband will kill this guy. Of course, everyone is looking at her like she is a fucking Looney Toon - cause I am obviously getting my ass kicked right?

Before you know it... the punching bag is still choking a slacking figure and people are rushing up to pull him off.

Punching bag jumps up and is now held off by the incredulous crowd. Victim is now barely conscious and making some not very pleasant sounds from his throat.

In retrospect, I am glad they pulled him off me... because I have no doubt I would have killed him. I still remember his eyes bulging and his anger turning to a pleading puppy dog stare... face turning several different shades of blue and red... I feel zero remorse. I don’t know whether he figure he would knock me out before he passed out or what, but by the time he was grabbing my arm, he was too weak to do anything about it. I did wake up the next morning with a nasty ass shiner and the side of my face was red. Either I have a hard head or he was a pussy in a large box.

I am not positive on the chronic damage though. I saw him a few weeks later, he avoided me, had a pretty nasty cough, and he was talking funny. I heard that he still had that the last time I heard about him, but I doubt it continued.

I wish I could tell a story that long like BMH.

I used to have a really horrible bad temper... But, I got rid of her. :D:D:D

Now I'm just a normal, easy-going guy. I don't get mad. (but, I DO get even) :D:D

Originally posted by Entropy
I wish I could tell a story that long like BMH.

Some stories are better without the humor. Your's was fine.

I've only lost it that bad twice. First time, I was on the ship talking to a friend and someone jokingly said keep it down. I told him to make me. He came over and gave me a little push. I fell backwards and spun to catch myself. I stopped with the stem of a valve about to puncture hit my chest. I pushed off and picked the guy up and threw him into a tank. I told him not to do that again, or I'd kill him. Only time I've uddered that.

Second time, some drunk Samoan had been fawking with me for a couple of months (found out later that he thought I was dating my lesbian boss that he was enamored with). Finally one night of his fawking with me, I snapped. he was drunk, I was sober and I outweighed him by 20 pounds and just came off a tour as a MP (well the Navy's version.) I was stopped before I had a chance to bounce his head off the concrete by the security guard.

Samoan dude thought he'd try and get me back. He tried bribing the cops in the area with pizza from my store. He didn't realize I already did that and that if he tried anything, I'd still come on top. Dipshit did try it and needless to say, I never had a problem with him again.

Me? Temper?

Puleeeze.

A temper involves changing from a state of normalcy to a state of violent unrest.

I never spend any time in the first state. I guess it appears I might have a temper when I kick some fawks ass while bouncing him out of the bar, but in reality, I was just already pissed off and just waiting for an appropriate face to take it out on.

I have been assigned to "employee relations counseling" more than once due to a short fuse. Thank God I'm halfway decent at what I do or I'd probably be out of a job.

Originally posted by eurobob


Some stories are better without the humor. Your's was fine.

I've only lost it that bad twice. First time, I was on the ship talking to a friend and someone jokingly said keep it down. I told him to make me. He came over and gave me a little push. I fell backwards and spun to catch myself. I stopped with the stem of a valve about to puncture hit my chest. I pushed off and picked the guy up and threw him into a tank. I told him not to do that again, or I'd kill him. Only time I've uddered that.

Second time, some drunk Samoan had been fawking with me for a couple of months (found out later that he thought I was dating my lesbian boss that he was enamored with). Finally one night of his fawking with me, I snapped. he was drunk, I was sober and I outweighed him by 20 pounds and just came off a tour as a MP (well the Navy's version.) I was stopped before I had a chance to bounce his head off the concrete by the security guard.

Samoan dude thought he'd try and get me back. He tried bribing the cops in the area with pizza from my store. He didn't realize I already did that and that if he tried anything, I'd still come on top. Dipshit did try it and needless to say, I never had a problem with him again.

You have to wonder why some people don't end up in jail for shit. I mean, not saying you were wrong... but technically, you threatened him...

Had a guy at work three or four years ago throwing a stupid ball around with some other guys and he got real close to beaning me in the head twice on accident. I told him I would fuck him up if he hit me in the head with it. (I have a REAL problem with being hit in the head - the only time I have come close to hurting my wife was when she hit me in the head).

Of course, now he thought it was a game - and he ended up beaning me. In a couple of seconds, I jumped three cube walls and had him dangling off the wall with one arm. Normally I wouldn't have even been able to lift his ass with both arms so I know I was pissed off. I whispered some sweet nothings in his ear about the future of his children and his livelihood and he never looked at me or spoke to me again.

Not only was I not fired, but I didn't even get reprimanded and there was a room full of people watching.

I know I have done shit to get my ass fired and even put in jail - but for whatever reason, the offending asshat never gets me in trouble? Maybe they figure I am mentally unstable. :rasta:

At least in your case, he pushed you first and there was imminent danger to you from when you fell.

Originally posted by Pazuzu
Me? Temper?

Puleeeze.

A temper involves changing from a state of normalcy to a state of violent unrest.

I never spend any time in the first state. I guess it appears I might have a temper when I kick some fawks ass while bouncing him out of the bar, but in reality, I was just already pissed off and just waiting for an appropriate face to take it out on.

I still can't picture you as a boncer. You seemed like an easy going guy to me. I remember you mentioning it in passing and thinking "HIM? A bouncer?"

Maybe you are easy going cause you get to take your frustrations out on faceless drunks?

Originally posted by Entropy



At least in your case, he pushed you first and there was imminent danger to you from when you fell.

I'm sure that all the witnesses realised that it was "justified."

The Samoan would have been hurting. I didn't plan on telling him anything. I liked the first guy, the second was cruisin for a bruisin.

Originally posted by eurobob


I'm sure that all the witnesses realised that it was "justified."

The Samoan would have been hurting. I didn't plan on telling him anything. I liked the first guy, the second was cruisin for a bruisin.

In a completely unrelated "late night thought" (it is quarter after one here) - your Cruisin for a Bruisin comment reminded me of something my step-dad used on me once.

"Boy... If you mess with the Bull - you get the horn."

You just don't hear good shit like that anymore... it's sad really.

Originally posted by Entropy


In a completely unrelated "late night thought" (it is quarter after one here) - your Cruisin for a Bruisin comment reminded me of something my step-dad used on me once.

"Boy... If you mess with the Bull - you get the horn."

You just don't hear good shit like that anymore... it's sad really.

Or the ever popular, "I brought up, I'll take you down."

Originally posted by eurobob


Or the ever popular, "I brought up, I'll take you down."

Oh, and my step-dad had another one that I still use.

I don't even know how to beging to spell it.

Something like "mock-a-toy" - at least that is how it sounds... but quick.

It is Japanese or something and it basically means "Front and center"

I'll have to ask him about it the next time I talk to him.

Originally posted by Entropy


I still can't picture you as a boncer. You seemed like an easy going guy to me. I remember you mentioning it in passing and thinking "HIM? A bouncer?"

Maybe you are easy going cause you get to take your frustrations out on faceless drunks?

There is alot of that...you know that on those bad nights, when there is a nasty tension in the air at the bar, and you're all worked up...there is a good chance that you'll get that release.

And I do undercover bouncing there. The place ain't big enough nor drunk enough for a burly mean Mo-Fo to stand at the door. I generally sit at the bar and get hammered. But when something happens, the owner is really happy that he doesn't have to deal with it. I get paid in beer. It's usually pretty mellow there...suprisingly, because we have various punk/oi/skin shows there, but most of the people are cool and know me. It's when some dickhead comes in to cause trouble, or decides to bring their personal issues with someone into a public forum that I get to play the bad guy.

One time this one guy kept staring at me. I told him to stop but he didnt. I JAMMED A MOTHERFUCKING PENCIL IN HIS GD EYE, THAT STUPID SONOFOABITCH WILL NEVER STARE AT ME AGAIN! :mad3: :mad3:















































Ok so maybe it didn't go like that. Its pretty hard to get me angry, even stuff on the bronco only pisses me off for a short amount of time. The only thing that will get me are women and dumbasses...God I can't stand dumbasses.

Originally posted by braxton357
God I can't stand dumbasses.

How do you live with yourself?

:flipoff2:

Originally posted by eurobob


How do you live with yourself?

:flipoff2:

I know you are but what am I? :flipoff2:

I dont have a temper nothing bothers me enough that a good rifle and rooftop cant fix

you're all a bunch of madd fukkers ...i must say :flipoff2:

I have a habit of building up the anger... and then... i threaten to blow my top and whomevers in the way will suffer greatly.

Just SAYING that to the people around me... calms my builds of anger to a nil. :D :rasta: :D

I am a very patient person, and I usually walk away from the situation if it isn't a good one. It takes a lot to get me mad.

There has only been one time that I have been so mad - I literally saw red. I don't like feeling that way, and it will never happen again.


I was in a relationship with a guy, ended up moving in together and the "real" him came out. I think back now and I still can't believe the transformation. After I moved in with him he became VERY abusive. Not physically - but mentally and emotionally. I didn't even realize what was happening at first. I have never been a fighter - in a arguement or physical. I usually just walk away. Because the fight isn't worth my time.
But all of the sudden with him.....I noticed that I was argueing with him. And after I started looking at the instances real good.....he was finding the things that aggrivated me......and kept pushing......and when I would tell him that he was aggrivating me - and I would start to walk away......he would follow me and push even more. And when I finally would get away from him.......ten minutes later he was acting like nothing happened and wanted to get all kissy and up in my face. Which would pretty much just aggrivate me even more because I was still aggrivate from before. It bad enough that I actually found myself yelling - I mean really YELLING - at him. And then one day - I think I just had enough. I asked him to hand me my smokes and soda - which were sitting just inches from him - and I was busy doing something.......and he told me I could have my soda - but not my smokes (he wasn't a smoker). And when I asked for them again....he picked up my smokes and put them in his pocket and told me no again. Well I was already pissed at him for something (I don't even remember what now) but I told him that he was making me angry and to give me my smokes. He once again said no - and then made the comment as he was looking out across the yard "and you couldn't catch me anyway". It turned from me asking nicely - to me demanding them. But that only happened once or twice - and he continued to make smart ass comments. That was the last straw............
I jumped up from what I was doing - grabbed the front of his shirt/jacket - got right in his face and looked him dead straight in the eye - close enough that our noses were touching- and said "give me my f*cking smokes!!"
He really got a shocked look on his face and didn't move. So I reached in his pocket and took them - proceeded to light one and go back to what I was doing. He walked into the house............
and proceeded to throw my belongings out into the yard. Bad move.
I am not a vindictive person, I am not a revengeful person - and he is the only one I have EVER had thoughts of doing anything to harm him or his property. And at that point - I was really ready to kick his ass. And worse yet - I probably could have!! But the thought also went through my head to hurt is precious Tundra. I kind of thought it would be fun to paint "I like it in the a$$." in brake fluid on his pretty white tailgate. Or maybe "cock lover" on both sides of the truck. And a big penis on his hood.
But I didn't do anything like that...cuz he is the type that would try to sue (although, I don't have much he can sue for)..........a week later - he came home from work and I was gone. He called me all boo hooing wanting me to come home. I mean literally crying......I laughed at him and told him to go f*ck himself. Scary thing is that he has a 6 yr old daughter......and she is already a problem.
I have never been happier to have someone out of my life.
I have definately learned from that mistake.
Been single for a while now........ :D :D :D :D :D

You sure you're a redhead? The redheads I've known acted like that when they were in a GOOD mood.......:flipoff2:

I'm female and Scott/Irish what do you think??:flipoff2: So fawk you:D

I have a pretty bad temper, (that redhead thing again), but I've learned to control it. Ollie and I have worked on it and he usually tells me to quit being a dumbass, I've even told the kids that they can call me on it as well, cause I don't think kids should have to put up with a parent when they are being unreasonable. Because of this it is alot easier for me to deal with life. And Ollie has no temper at all, in fact I've only seen him get upset once or twice in the 10 years I've known him.

Yes I have one, but I can control it 99.9% of the time.

I say that my mean streak is only about an inch wide but a mile deep.

Oh yeah, and its a bad one. Slow burn but very outta hand once I lose it. I've paid dearly for it too. Lets just say I've spent enough buy a new CTD 4 door cash in the last 25 years on lawyers and such.

Definatly not something to be proud of and I've spent years learning to keep a collar on it. One thing I am happy about, I've not lost the collar in 8 years. I thank my kid for that one everyday. :D


Joe

YES!!! LEAVE ME THE FAWK ALONE!!! AAAAAHHHH!

Don't make me angry....You wouldn't like me when I'm angry!:mad: :flipoff2:

Originally posted by SanDiegoCJ
Yes I do, and it's a vile/ugly thing to see. I have learned to keep in mostly in check.
BAD things happen when I don't.

Same here... I come from a long line of bad tempers. it takes a few thing to set me off too, but once I've reached my limit it's AWN! :nuke:


My funny pissed off story...

My boyfriend at the time and I were living together and we had one of those days where we just weren't getting along. He liked to annoy the shit out of me to see me go off (I’ve been told it's funny :rolleyes: to see me go off) so anyway, he's 6'7 and weighs probably 250 I’m 5'6 (not saying how much I weigh but he outweighed me pretty good). So he goes into the bathroom and I’m sitting in the bedroom trying to regroup and the whole time he's singing (just to annoy me). I can't remember what song it was, but it was something like 99 bottles of beer on the wall, or I want to be an Airborne Ranger. I ask him a few times to quit singing and just go downstairs… he keeps singing and getting louder and louder.

So I snap! I open the bathroom door and grab him by his shirt collar… whip him around, out of the bathroom, throw him on the love seat that is about 10 feet away and jump on him and start punching him in his arm. He does one of these :eek: and the events of what just happened are playing again in my head and I start laughing...to the point where I’m almost crying because I'm laughing so hard. I get off of him and am now on the floor laughing hysterically, he gets up and shakes his head and goes downstairs. As he's walking away I go "are you done singing" and he goes "yep".

Another time (same guy) pissed me off so bad (he knew all the right buttons to push) and I kept telling him to leave me alone and that I was starting to get really mad... he kept up, I kept warning. on the 3rd warning he starts dancing around me like he's freaking sugar ray leonard and doing the whole bob and weave thing and putting his face in my face saying “what are you going to do… hit me” and he’s laughing and doing his bob and weave. Well I’m thinking "it’s awn!" so I ball up a fist and wait... he puts his head in again real close to mine and I go SMACK! right to his mouth :eek: his lip starts bleeding and I’m doing this :eek: because I can't believe I actually hit my target.

He instantly stops and does this :eek: he takes his hand to his lip and goes "You bitch!" I really did feel bad about that because he was annoying as hell but he is so NOT violent. I told him that I was sorry but about 30 min later I couldn't stop laughing! He finally laughed and said he was sorry for getting in my face and he knew he should’ve just left me alone. :D

On the BBS, I let my temper out all the time - lust lash out and fillet someone.

In person, I am much more controlled. You really, really don't want to press that big red button!

On the other hand, when it comes down to an all-out confrontation, I am as cool as a clam. When I go quiet, you better watch out!

Yup and I get to use it to my advantage at work daily. Nothing funner then making a grown man feel like a helpless little girl. :)

Not really.

My funny pissed off story...

My Boyfriend...


Don't most womens "Pissed Off Stories" start with mentioning a man?:D

Originally posted by mudmaid


Same here... I come from a long line of bad tempers. it takes a few thing to set me off too, but once I've reached my limit it's AWN! :nuke:


My funny pissed off story...

I was riding the cotton pony and My boyfriend at the time and I were living together and we had one of those days where we just weren't getting along. He liked to annoy the shit out of me to see me go off (I’ve been told it's funny :rolleyes: to see me go off) so anyway, he's 6'7 and weighs probably 250 I’m 5'6 (not saying how much I weigh but he outweighed me pretty good). So he goes into the bathroom and I’m sitting in the bedroom trying to regroup and the whole time he's singing (just to annoy me, remember I was on the rag). I can't remember what song it was, but it was something like 99 bottles of beer on the wall, or I want to be an Airborne Ranger. I ask him a few times to quit singing and just go downstairs… he keeps singing and getting louder and louder.

So I snap! I open the bathroom door and grab him by his shirt collar… whip him around, out of the bathroom, throw him on the love seat that is about 10 feet away and jump on him and start punching him in his arm. He does one of these :eek: and the events of what just happened are playing again in my head and I start laughing...to the point where I’m almost crying because I'm laughing so hard. I get off of him and am now on the floor laughing hysterically, he gets up and shakes his head and goes downstairs. As he's walking away I go "are you done singing" and he goes "yep".

Another time (same guy, and yes again I was being visited by aunt flo) pissed me off so bad (he knew all the right buttons to push) and I kept telling him to leave me alone and that I was starting to get really mad (women's code for being bat shit crazy from our period)... he kept up, I kept warning. on the 3rd warning he starts dancing around me like he's freaking sugar ray leonard and doing the whole bob and weave thing and putting his face in my face saying “what are you going to do… hit me” and he’s laughing and doing his bob and weave. Well I’m thinking "it’s awn!" so I ball up a fist and wait... he puts his head in again real close to mine and I go SMACK! right to his mouth :eek: his lip starts bleeding (much like my coochie) and I’m doing this :eek: because I can't believe I actually hit my target.

He instantly stops and does this :eek: he takes his hand to his lip and goes "You bitch!" I really did feel bad about that because he was annoying as hell but he is so NOT violent. I told him that I was sorry but about 30 min later I couldn't stop laughing! [/color=red] (mood swings are a bitch when you're menstrating)[/color] He finally laughed and said he was sorry for getting in my face and he knew he should’ve just left me alone. :D


fixed it for you.:flipoff2:

Originally posted by MudzerK5



Don't most womens "Pissed Off Stories" start with mentioning a man?:D

:laughing: yes :D

Originally posted by Just Some Asshole



fixed it for you.:flipoff2:

gee thanks! :laughing: :shaking: :laughing: :flipoff2: :D

Originally posted by mudmaid


gee thanks! :laughing: :shaking: :crybaby2: :laughing: :( :flipoff2: :mad2::D


see what I mean????:flipoff2:

Originally posted by Entropy


However, he starts getting weak. I am just laying there staring him in the eyes with my left hand relaxed at my side. My right hand however, was around his neck... and my thumb was so far into the side of his throat he was starting to make gurgling sounds.



That kinda sums up my situation...

I was sitting in class (HS), and class bully, say 5'10" and 200lbs came up behind me and thwapped me in the back of the head. Before I even knew what I was doing, I had swung around grabbed his neck with my left hand picked him up, slammed him up against a window, nearly putting him through it (I noticed later it actually cracked toward the bottom). Before I even came to my senses...

When I started coming to, I realized how "fun" it was to watch his face grow redder when I squeezed a little harder, and more flush when I let off tension. I was enjoying it.

When I finally seriously came to my senses, I cut off the blood to his jugulars, choked him harder, and told him what would happen should he ever touch me again. then let go told him to sit his ass back down in his desk. then I sat back down in my desk. (teacher watched all this and actually shook my hand at the end of the event.)

See, other students thought of me as a quaker, I could give a shit what they ever said to me, I mean really, who are they, nothing. (my attitude as of today) I never came to blows with anyone prior to that, I mean why would I. Even then I considered fighting to just fight or because someone called you a name stupid. So, I'm sure that guy never thought for a second that I would actually assault him, not only that, but overpower him, me and my 5'10" and 150lbs, oh... and... being in weight lifting class, training HARD for the last 6 months.

What has bothered me about that, even to this day, I would have killed him had I not come to. I also enjoyed it, not getting the upper hand, but actually enjoyed watching him react to me choking the life out of him. Why do I keep a control on my temper? Because I don't want to accidentally kill someone over something stupid.

The funny ending to the story, I was walking through the cafeteria, that same kid flipped me some shit from behind me, I dropped my backpack hesistated before turning around, by the time I turned around he was GONE.

I'm a real asshole. :D

I try to be nice to everybody, but people confuse my being nice with being weak. Coupled with my appearance - chubby, glasses, always smiling and laughing - it makes me a target for bullshit. I don't tolerate bullshit. I have no reservations about kicking the crap out of people.

At work I make a real effort to keep my cool since all the guys aren't just employees but good friends. My boss, who is also my best friend from childhood and my roommate, is as big a hothead as I am. Occasionally we go head to head but we work real hard not to. We have to have a unified approach when it comes to dealing with the crew and getting the jobs done.

If people fawk up my tools I completely lose it. They're always leaving shit behind on jobsites, or breaking shit for stupid reasons, or failing to maintain the tools. I'll go to use it and either can't find it or it's fawked. That's when I yell and throw stuff. At that point I'll usually ask the boys how they'd like to spend 25% of their income repairing or replacing tools every month because of other peoples' fawkups.

I've mellowed out quite a bit in the past couple years. :flipoff2:

Originally posted by suburban grl
yes....mostley my kids set me off but sometimes its something as simple as a crumb on my freshly vacummed carpet! I think alot of mine is hormonal tho...but ask my kids...lol...im a witch sometimes :) . . . :)

Mother's are like that! Yeah they are!

Originally posted by Hef
I'm a real asshole. :D

I try to be nice to everybody, but people confuse my being nice with being weak. Coupled with my appearance - chubby, glasses, always smiling and laughing - it makes me a target for bullshit. I don't tolerate bullshit. I have no reservations about kicking the crap out of people.

At work I make a real effort to keep my cool since all the guys aren't just employees but good friends. My boss, who is also my best friend from childhood and my roommate, is as big a hothead as I am. Occasionally we go head to head but we work real hard not to. We have to have a unified approach when it comes to dealing with the crew and getting the jobs done.

If people fawk up my tools I completely lose it. They're always leaving shit behind on jobsites, or breaking shit for stupid reasons, or failing to maintain the tools. I'll go to use it and either can't find it or it's fawked. That's when I yell and throw stuff. At that point I'll usually ask the boys how they'd like to spend 25% of their income repairing or replacing tools every month because of other peoples' fawkups.

I've mellowed out quite a bit in the past couple years. :flipoff2:

You're on Orange County Choppers?

Originally posted by eurobob


Or the ever popular, "I brought up, I'll take you down."

Mom used to say to me, "I'll knock you to next Tuesday.":D

Dad was a man of few words...I just knew. ;)

I have snapped a time or two. As I've gotten older, it is limited
tho. Takes a hell of a lot more energy to be pissed than pleasant.

With age and maturity comes wisdom and control. Gettin' my ass
kicked a time or two may have helped as well. :p

Mike, Bob, mm and others. Great stories.

Originally posted by Hef
I'm a real asshole. :D

I try to be nice to everybody, but people confuse my being nice with being weak. Coupled with my appearance - chubby, glasses, always smiling and laughing - it makes me a target for bullshit. I don't tolerate bullshit. I have no reservations about kicking the crap out of people.

At work I make a real effort to keep my cool since all the guys aren't just employees but good friends. My boss, who is also my best friend from childhood and my roommate, is as big a hothead as I am. Occasionally we go head to head but we work real hard not to. We have to have a unified approach when it comes to dealing with the crew and getting the jobs done.

If people fawk up my tools I completely lose it. They're always leaving shit behind on jobsites, or breaking shit for stupid reasons, or failing to maintain the tools. I'll go to use it and either can't find it or it's fawked. That's when I yell and throw stuff. At that point I'll usually ask the boys how they'd like to spend 25% of their income repairing or replacing tools every month because of other peoples' fawkups.

I've mellowed out quite a bit in the past couple years. :flipoff2:
What. You're just sticking to barfights and large calliber weapons now;)

jesus, looks like half the board needs a nice vacation...with fawking padded walls!:flipoff2: :flipoff2:

Oh yeah everybody who knows me is really familiar with "the Conrad temper" every man in my fmily has it and sometimes nuthin will set it off but other time we can fly off the handle over really stupid stuff.

Originally posted by APRILRAZZ

What. You're just sticking to barfights and large calliber weapons now;)


Don't forget grenades. :D