Your thread; you go first! :P

My one and ONLY fight.

I was chicken fighting a boy in 5th grade (monkey bars - you squeeze your legs around their waist and try to make them drop) I ALWAYS WON - WAS UNDEFEATED. I was the shortest girl in the class and had no trouble pulling myself high enough to get my legS around people's chests.

After this boy dropped - he yanked the bottoms of my elastic waist pants down (nearly to my knees) It was Monday and I was wearing my Friday days of the week panties. After I dropped and re-dressed myself - I punched him in the back so hard he couldn't catch his breath!

That was 27 years ago. I saw him at the gym a few months back - he is all juiced up on roids. I avoid him!

Last night at work one of the dinnertime servers came in to eat after having a few drinks at a party.

One of the overnight servers I work with tells him as he walks in the door "You know you didn't do your sidework tonight."

"Yes I did what didn't I do."

"You didn't put a pie cutter in the pumpkin pie."

Ok now the man pulled like 50 desserts wrapped them,dated them,and cleaned and stocked the entire dessert area but she is pissed he didn't put a metal pie cutter in one pie.PLEASE.

So the get into it.He tells her how rediculous she is being and she tells him how lazy he is.

Now his brother is taunting her and she tells her boyfriend (the dishwasher) all about how mean and lazy this gu is.

The boyfriend is in the kitchen throwing pots and pans telling the manager who has to cook because the cook calle out about how he's going to kick some a$$.

I turned around in front of the entire diningroom full of guests brandishing the metal pie cutter and said...
"Come on what is wrong with this picture?I wouldn't fight over a pie cutter.I'd use this in a fight but I wouldn't fight about it!"

WTF is wrong with these people?What do they do when something significant happens?Are we going to fight next because I left a piece of toilet paper on the floor when it fell off my shoe after getting stuck there in the bathroom?Cause if we are,I'll beat you down with the cardboard ring.

WOW!

glad Im a Hindu and a pacifist...

Me too cause I don't wanna fight but I can!

LOL, Jane. Your story reminds me of a call we received when I was a police dispatcher in Key West. Two cuban workers in the kitchen get into an arguement. Guy #1 says Guy #2 doesn't get the silver ware clean enough. Situation excalates. Guy #2 runs home a few blocks away, gets a gun and comes back and shoots Guy #1. Kills him dead right there in the kitchen of the ritzy resort on the island. Sheesh. Makes you want to brown bag it!

When I was in 6th grade a girl and boy were teasing me about kissing a boy at a Halloween Party and I got embarrassed and asked them to stop but they wouldn't...so I pushed them both down a hill and got sent to the principle's office. They were shocked that sweet little me could be capable of doing such a thing. I felt empowered after that. lol

I am the world's most pathetic fighter. My six sister say I punch like a girl. WTF?

First fist fight was in the fourth grade with a boy.I always fought the boys until the 7th grade when I got into a fight with about 20 girls against one.I was the one.

They knocked me unconcious & ripped my hair out but I got three of them good before I went down.

Yikes! I want to be on your side if random violence breaks out! LOL.

I think I told you this fight. But, here goes. I used to wrestle with a neighbor boy many times when we were young. He always won of course but he never hurt me. I guess we got a little more mature and should have stopped that game. One day he was on top of me and had my arms pinned to the ground. My blouse was pulled askew and he looked down and said "Oh look, I can see your teddy bears." OMG, he was talking about my budding breasts.

OMG, I was in the sixth grade and this huge boy kept teasing me. He would try tripping me on the bus and pushing me. He was down right mean to me. Well, I took all I could take and he hit me one more time and over the seats on the bus we went. Kicking punching, slapping. I got my butt kicked and then the principle eat my butt again the next day but he never messed with me again. Later in life, like when I was 19, I testified agianst him in court for steling rims off my boyfriends car. We caught him and his dad in the act. LOL life was so funny back then. Karma!

The night that stbx tried to tell me that the whore house matchbook was from taking a shower at one...I put him through the bath tub door and into the bath tub :-O

I thought he was swinging at me...so I pushed and ran...wow, did I push :-/

OK I'm on Tami's side too! You women are awesome. I had to develop an evil tongue and say very hurtful things to disarm my opponents. It's not an attractive trait. But, I didn't get my a$$ kicked as many time as I could have.

I wish I could throw a punch. It might not be "Lady Like" but I know someone that I owe a few to, and I would sure like to beat the living Sh!t out of the man...just one time, on my way out...for Old Time's Sake.

Whoa, I see a DS gang forming before my very eyes! LOL