The following Dodgers have been smited by the JDK for their crimes against Jam:
All the girls! for picking on the JDK and damaging his already delicate self esteem!
The Basserd Who Nicked Copper's Stuff For the offense of nicking Copper's stuff. You are a tw*t, whoever you are and we all hope you get run over by a tram in Nottingham. Or Liverpool. Or whereever else they have trams!
Copper For the crime of playing with her Wii instead of her Jammie pals!
Have some slight pain/swelling in my cheek today myself. I guess trying to slow down old boy's fist with it last Saturday night wasn't such a good idea after all...
Still stand by my original personality assessment of the guy (which I was more than happy to share with him, effin' basserd).
Moral of the story: When explaining to someone, bigger than you, after bar-close, that you're of the opinion that he's a 'bleeping bleep-bleeper' (heh, I censored myself! ), keep a close eye on his right hand for activity (versus staring off into space).
Yes. I once received the same fistual attention in a similar situation. It was a few yaers ago now, though. Generally not to be recommended, although if you can take it, I do suggest laughing bloodily at him afterwards. Tends to put em off guard.
Heh, yeah, but I had this [bagged] club sandwich in my hand and I realized that I wanted to eat that, rather than fart around with the Turd Burglar in question (nor his friend who was rapidly approaching)... So I elected to go home and have some supper.
Been a few years since I have inspired someone to throw a punch at me...
So I leave the pub at closing time, cause they want me too, and it turns out that I'm not too sober at this point...
I'm standing on the busiest street in Minneapolis waiting for a cab. I'm out there for 20 minutes and I'm freezing my arse off, as it's -11°C, so I run over to the sandwich shop and got a club sandwich to go.
Back to the streets to find this cab, normally I would walk home at this point. I get across Henepin and pause due to the number of people standing on the corner. All of the sudden, something slams into me from behind and I end up on the ground. As I'm picking myself up, I can hear this jackarse talking **** about the hat I'm wearing as he's walking away.
So I yell out "Hey you beeper-beeper! Watch where you're beeping going snapper head!" So, he turns around and walks back and asks "Do you have something to say to me?" And I says "Yeah, I think you're a bleeping bleep-bleeper, and you should watch where the beep you're going!"
So far so good, and I didn't think he'd actually go through with his next move, but I came to discover that he was swinging at my face around that momement and... *kabloom!!* Direct hit and I'm down on the ground again.
So, I bounced up quickly, said to myself "Bleep this bleep, I'm out of here." And I went home and ate my sandwich.
He was clearly out of line. You should have clubbed him with your sandwich (ehum) before running off like a girly coward! To be fair though, I'd have probably done the same.
Dude, I wanted to eat that thing. Well, somewhere between the point of leaving my feet and getting back on my feet the thought occurred to me that perhaps I wasn't in my peak sparring condition. So I says 'f it', perhaps another day!
But nobody ran anywhere, just got up and started walking. {}
I remember punching someone once. It was a long time ago. And he did call me four eyes.
