I want to compile a list...
of my favorite times being punched in the face.
Hands down, at the top would be the time I stole a pizza from a pizza guys truck and he chased me down. I payed him $20 to stop hitting me and he threw a pizza that was half pineapple half mushrooms at me, still in the box. It was a fantastic end to a night of drinking.
Last night, I'm curious on how it would stack up. I was drinking with some friends last night, there's a trend with this, and a car full of people drives by and start heckling us or something. Well, it was just the three girls and me, so I didn't see a need for them to start shit while we are trying to toss rocks into a pond. I say something and about five minutes later, this guy comes up and slugs me and all his boys are behind him 'oh snap'n' and shyte. He starts hopping around in a circle like he's a boxer or some shit and that I planned on hitting him back. He would say something, jump in, slug me, and then jump back.
My entire logic to try and diffuse the situation was asking, by show of hands who wants to hit in the face and why. A valid reason would get them one punch and then they could leave. It wasn't me begging, more like bartering. Sometimes I deserve a good ass whooping... and I eventually call the guy an asshole because he hit me three times already and that he doesnt get to hit me again.
Well, this little girl comes up and tells them off and they go away like the won the battle. However, there I was laughing. Appearantly, I was laughing the entire time and I never left my feet. Despite being bloodied below the eye and everything else. I felt like the bad ass just for standing and laughing and never raising my fist except for the show of hands.
Good times.
Hands down, at the top would be the time I stole a pizza from a pizza guys truck and he chased me down. I payed him $20 to stop hitting me and he threw a pizza that was half pineapple half mushrooms at me, still in the box. It was a fantastic end to a night of drinking.
Last night, I'm curious on how it would stack up. I was drinking with some friends last night, there's a trend with this, and a car full of people drives by and start heckling us or something. Well, it was just the three girls and me, so I didn't see a need for them to start shit while we are trying to toss rocks into a pond. I say something and about five minutes later, this guy comes up and slugs me and all his boys are behind him 'oh snap'n' and shyte. He starts hopping around in a circle like he's a boxer or some shit and that I planned on hitting him back. He would say something, jump in, slug me, and then jump back.
My entire logic to try and diffuse the situation was asking, by show of hands who wants to hit in the face and why. A valid reason would get them one punch and then they could leave. It wasn't me begging, more like bartering. Sometimes I deserve a good ass whooping... and I eventually call the guy an asshole because he hit me three times already and that he doesnt get to hit me again.
Well, this little girl comes up and tells them off and they go away like the won the battle. However, there I was laughing. Appearantly, I was laughing the entire time and I never left my feet. Despite being bloodied below the eye and everything else. I felt like the bad ass just for standing and laughing and never raising my fist except for the show of hands.
Good times.