Bottle in the head -> Hit (I sucked even more ass at MAs than I do now & was drunk as **** & was surprised... yeah excuses.... ;)) -> Broken nose, a couple of cuts on my forehead & nose -> 3 days in a hospital -> my nose still has a dent on the bridge & is slightly flatter than before... no big loss...
But I don't think it's going to happen again if I have something to say about it.
No. But Uncle Sam got me by the nards and taking my hard earned money.
I'm truly sorry for you. Poor sob.
I don't know if the guy was trying to stab me in the nuts but he missed and cut my hip. I have the ragged scar that's barely visible now-years ago. There were a bunch of us in the fight. My bro punched him in his face and I took his knife and stuck it in his leg.
The wound hurt more after the fight was over, but it was like a laceration, not a plunging wound. THat wasmy most memorable experience.
Another time this guy was running his mouth and shaking his bat at me from a body's length away or so. Then he did that thing where people open their arms and go "what?" So I ran in and punched him in face and just kept pummeling him. I knew he didn't have enough strength or speed to swing at me with one hand holding the bat way out from his body. But just to be sure when I ran I grabbed his arm that was holding the bat to keep him from swinging.
In general I've been hit and cut with beer bottles like anyone else, but nothing serious that didn't heal after a coupla weeks.
Does an irrate ex who won't shut up fall into the "weapon" catagory?
Hurts my ears, anyways.
I have never been attacked by a weapon.
I was stabbed in the left shoulder with an exacto knife, still have the scar but you can't see it since it has been covered by my tat, but I can feel the elevated skin. uhmmm, I've been shocked with electric cattle prods till I passed out. other then that... OH WAIT, I was run over by a four wheeler once! does that count? And some guy set his dog on me, which sucked by the way since I can't run. i've had full cans of beer thrown at me from the bed of speeding trucks, but never hit me. My brother beat me with my own plastic leg brace, most humiliating thing to ever happen to me since it was in the middle of our house party. I've had a rabid coyote come at me once, but I had the gun so I WON THAT ONE FUCKER! Let's see, I think thats it...all I can think of right now. OH! one more, I got hit in the side of the head with a fairly decent sized rock when I was trying to pull my brother off some guy he was beating the **** out of, and the guys girlfriend missed him and hit me.
Ok I'm done
Damn this is bringing back the memories...
I may have the weirdest weapon story on Bullshido. It happened at St Brutus's school for boys. (a Harry Potter Joke) Actually it was at Eagle Hill School in Greenwich Connecticut where I was a boarding student. Anyway one day when I was either 11 or 12, I was walking down the hallway on the third floor of a deserted dorm. All of a sudden I felt something hit my left hand which was hanging down by my side with the palm facing in a posterior direction. So I turn over my palm and find a cheap 'chinese star' in between my fingers, with one very small puncture in my finger which was barely bleeding.
A kid named John was behind me yelling that he was sorry, he was trying to throw it into the wall behind me to "impress me" but evidently he had very poor throwing control. It was one of those small, light 6 or 8 point ninja knockoffs, which wouldn't penetrate skin really but could take out an eye. I decided not to fink him out, oddly enough he was one of the more decent kids there who just had an attack of the stupid.
I used to engage in dirt clod wars with friends when I was just a boy! The red clay of North Carolina makes for an excellent projectile.
Then I graduated to rocks, and I mean big softball sized chunks a rock! On one occassion I hauled up in a coal breaker and took on a superior force of rock throwers, and walked away relatively unscathed.
Another friend hit me with a car once, and the same friend deliberately drove his car that I was on the outside of, and then sharp turn and toss me to the pavement.
Well, let's see . . .
In the past week I've been attacked with sniper rifles, rocket launchers, flak cannons, plasma guns, and a few others.
Oh, and tanks.
I was mugged at gunpoint, told that story. Cooperated and the guy went away. I'm assuming if he meant to shoot me he would have just done it and THEN taken my empty wallet.
Stabbed, Shot at, Hit with sticks/a bat/etc.
My Uncle Sam has gotten me shot at, mined, and various other projectiles shot my way. That crazy sam. :(
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