About 13 years ago, I was at a birthday party gettin' drunk with a bunch of friends. To let you know how crazy it was, Cary (a guy - like Cary Grant) and I gave Frank a blow-up doll for his birthday. On the way to the party we stopped for gas. 'She' was in the middle seat and I started punching her. That got a cop's attention and he shined his light in the window. Scared the heck outta me!

Anyway, that's not the fight. B)

The lady next door got the attention of three of us and we hopped the low chain link fence. Then there was a loud noise. I looked over and I thought Cary was in a fight. I hollered "You can't do that, that's my friend!" and hopped de fence in defense of my friend. As I dove in and knocked the unknown guy off, the following monologue was heard from me:

"Hey, you're not Cary!"
"Ow!"
"Stop that!!"
"That hurts!!!"
"Get offa me!!"

I wound up with a shiner. And plenty of beer to anesthetize the pain...

Mmmm... well.. seems it was jes a year er so ago... my brother hacked me off so I way laid em..... course... I did it in my dads house.. which is a big no no.... he wasn't there thankfully, cause he's one to not break it up but jump in an kick the crap outta everbody. Everthin was goin fine til I noticed my mom, my aunt, my wife, my daughter, an my younger brother was all piled in on us tryin to keep us from beatin our heads in... I think my sister was in on that one to...... That boy been itchin for a whoopin.... he's been pushin his luck agin lately to as sad as it is. But if'n I touch em now my maw is goin to have a real fit all over me an I jes cain't afford to hack er off right now... need my taxes done LOL

Man, it's been awhile.........

So - on April 18, bro better watch out! :box: :ar15

I haven't been in one for quite some time. My brother is living in Los Angeles and we live up near Seattle so I'm okay. Every time we're together we get going about something. A couple stories that were "near miss" fights for us:

*Disclaimer: These fights all follow the following equation and happened many, many years ago- Me + My Brother + lots of alcohol + a public place = Us nearly getting in a fight.

Story 1:

My brother, some friends and I went out to play some pool and have some beers. At this point my brother was stationed in Kodiak, Alaska and had pissed off 2 of the local girls he dated so he was black-listed everywhere on the island. The only thing left to do was drink (the lady who worked at the liquor store knew him by name). When he came down we went out and had a few beers. I think at some point my brother and I gave up on drinking out of a glass and were sipping from pitchers. I was married and my wife was there being the DD when she went up to go and pay. My brother is a personal trainer and a body builder. He's my younger brother and I can't let him be bigger than me so we both stand 6+ feet tall and weigh a muscular 200-225 lbs. Often when we go out our size seems to pick a fight for us when some sailor (we live in a navy town) decides to get tough with us and we end up helping the bouncer of the bar escourt the squid out. This night my brother and I had just passed the "one word and I'll fight you" line in our drinking and a buddy of mine, who wasn't as drunk, noticed this and then noticed that some sailors were eyeballing my wife and one of them was going to approach her. He slid inbetween her and this guy (I'm told 5'1" or so and 125) and told him that it was best he didn't even look at her and pointed at my brother and my drunk butts and said that we'd just developed a "hair trigger." My wife quickly paid and my buddy shuffled us out as the friends of the guy who got shut down went back and told them the story... luckily we got out without incident. Even sober I don't take well to people stepping to my wife.

Story 2:

My bachelor party. At least 1 drink with 25 people at my party (no girls or anything that bad.... well except the whole drunkenness thing) and pounding beers with my dad and brother. On our way down to the ferry (we took over to Seattle) apparently (I don't remember anything) my brother and I started going all over Pioneer Square (a collection of clubs and bars) and picking fights with people screaming "do you think you're better than me" at the top of our lungs. To give you an idea about what kind of people party in Pioneer Square... let's just say my friends got some autographs from some Seahawks that I don't even remember that night.

My brother and I were leading the pack down to the ferry (why, I don't know) and a skinny friend of mine caught the brunt end of our drunkenness when someone stopped in a car and started getting in his face about us. He said that he thought for a second about taking a swing at the guy and hoping that we'd come and beat the tar out of this guy but he was afraid we were too drunk to hear his girlish screams so he walked away.

It was a safe night and aside from my puking out entire jalapeno poppers (wth!), me putting out a cigar on my drunk friends leg and my brother picking a fight with a homeless guy on his way back to his boat, it was a forgetable night (obviously b/c I don't remember any of this!).

I sure am glad to be in God's graces again and away from all of this!