LOL. if Dawn hit me in the head in extreme anger, it WOULD HURT!!
As far as bar brawls, on Staten Island, even though I’m italian, it was the italians who always wanted to fight,.
The steriod guys were the easiest, their punches didn’t really hurt, and they were slow.
The animals sons of mobsters fought so often that their punches hurt. They would also resort to brass knuckles and blackjacks.
Pieces of @#$@#$. Got into a fight with a guy, bouncer friends threw him out, three of his friends snuck in and tried to drag me out after a punch a should have been expecting.
Bouncers saved me. Forty of them outside waiting for me. No cops show up ever on SI unless there’s a murder.
I had about 20 friends.
One friend got face shattered with a blackjack, big Frank went out there alone and came back barely scratched and called the @#@#s lol.
CRAZY NIGHT!!!!
i miss being 18!!!
I bet you haven’t asked for a beer since lol.
Nope. I had a strong will to survive ;)
One of my buds was a lumberjack about 6 2ish, give or take and about 260. Ran a saw and a skidder. Big boy. He loved winding her up just to watch her spaz out. Used to call her “Taz” for obvious reasons. I kept telling him, “Don’t do it Ray, if she nails you you’re gonna know it.”
Of course that just made him do it more. So he finally got her good and pissed one day and she tagged him. After that he’d wind her up and run ;)
Ah to be young again...