Flower Stealing assholes!

Feyrhagan · Post by **Feyrhagan** » Fri Apr 24, 2009 12:14 am

Someone had the gall once to try and pick a fight with me right before my Biology exam. I am an advanced blue belt in Tae Kwon Do at the time, and have no problem (even today) kicking someone's booty. This wannabe gangsta decided to TOUCH my hand. I popped into a fighting stance, my fists were up, the chair flew a foot in the air and fell down, and I said "BRING IT." The guy backed away, because NO ONE, and I mean NO ONE touches me. If someone tries to pick a fight with me, everyone around them will tell them not to do so. "That girl'll kick yo booty" is the common phrase. Sad thing is, I'm not that tall, but I am wicked fast in the hallways, and have earned the name Flash in my freshman year for it.

Miss Starseed · Post by **Miss Starseed** » Fri Apr 24, 2009 12:26 am

He just... touched your hand... I'd understand if you stated you had an extremely bad phobia of being touched, but without it, I'm just assuming you're like most people who just don't like being touched.

You look like the asshole in that story for flipping the hell out over a simple touch. It's not like he smacked your booty or groped you.

bagofnuts · Post by **bagofnuts** » Fri Apr 24, 2009 12:39 am

Well I don't have a great memory for extremely traumatic events apparently but there is one that happened not too long ago.

So there I was, and I just sat down in my chair for band, and was putting my flute together, when suddenly the fifth chair flute (I'm third chair) came over, seized my stand, and said,"HEY, THAT'S MINE"

The stand was right in front of me. I am getting a serious feeling that 3 of the other 4 flutists dislike me for completely unknown reasons. I've never been a jerk to them, not at all. I'm great friends with the first chair flutist, though.
You know how chihuahuas can give some really dirty looks sometimes? The fourth chair flute keeps giving me them in the middle of rehearsing for the concert, and it is really getting on my nerves. It doesn't help that she's like a two foot tall midget.

I feel like I should do something, but close combat is definitely not an option. I want to talk to them but I don't think that's going to solve the case, either.

Oh, wow, this is really turning into a long-time effect instead of a single extremely traumatic event.

Post by **Merlin** » Fri Apr 24, 2009 12:40 am

Feyrhagan wrote:Someone had the gall once to try and pick a fight with me right before my Biology exam. I am an advanced blue belt in Tae Kwon Do at the time, and have no problem (even today) kicking someone's booty. This wannabe gangsta decided to TOUCH my hand. I popped into a fighting stance, my fists were up, the chair flew a foot in the air and fell down, and I said "BRING IT." The guy backed away, because NO ONE, and I mean NO ONE touches me. If someone tries to pick a fight with me, everyone around them will tell them not to do so. "That girl'll kick yo booty" is the common phrase. Sad thing is, I'm not that tall, but I am wicked fast in the hallways, and have earned the name Flash in my freshman year for it.

Bahahahahaha.

Fooflyer · Post by **Fooflyer** » Fri Apr 24, 2009 4:40 am

When I was very young, about a few weeks after my father passed away some kids had the nerve to tell me and my sister that the reason he died was because we sucked or something along those lines.

I was 5, my sister, 7 and the other kids around the same age, too.
They threw rocks into my back and smashed my face against the gravel of the road
And my sister beat the living fuck out of them.
Like, with her trumpet or something.

Infact, I met the kid who did that to me yesterday and he tried to ram into me with his bike.

I beat the goddamn shit out of him.

Leoj · Post by **Leoj** » Fri Apr 24, 2009 5:26 am

Fooflyer wrote:When I was very young, about a few weeks after my father passed away some kids had the nerve to tell me and my sister that the reason he died was because we sucked or something along those lines.

I was 5, my sister, 7 and the other kids around the same age, too.
They threw rocks into my back and smashed my face against the gravel of the road
And my sister beat the living fuck out of them.
Like, with her trumpet or something.

Infact, I met the kid who did that to me yesterday and he tried to ram into me with his bike.

I beat the goddamn shit out of him.

You could make some courage wolfs.

Plasma · Post by **Plasma** » Fri Apr 24, 2009 9:19 am

bagofnuts wrote:You know how chihuahuas can give some really dirty looks sometimes? The fourth chair flute keeps giving me them in the middle of rehearsing for the concert, and it is really getting on my nerves. It doesn't help that she's like a two foot tall midget.
I feel like I should do something, but close combat is definitely not an option. I want to talk to them but I don't think that's going to solve the case, either.
Oh, wow, this is really turning into a long-time effect instead of a single extremely traumatic event.

Simple: ask them to stop doing it. If they don't, THEN you know there's an actual problem.

Hoshika-Pichu · Post by **Hoshika-Pichu** » Fri Apr 24, 2009 11:54 pm

When I was younger, some crazed boy threw a rock at me from the second floor window of some house near mine. When my parents looked, he ran back inside his house.

A few weeks ago, a teenaged girl shoved me for walking around her. Another girl kicked me for no reason while walking in the hallway.

This kid next to me was trying to copy my answers to this math assignment we got one day. He's right-handed, I'm left-handed, and he was on my right. We found out we're friends with the same person, so he stopped after that.

This boy my mother's friend's daughter is friends with threw pens, paper, erasers, and a shoe at me during the first few days of the term in biology.

Kids my age seem to dislike me/take advantage of me automatically.

Leoj · Post by **Leoj** » Sat Apr 25, 2009 12:02 am

Man, my life is tame compared to you guys. I can't think of something horrible happening to me that I would want revenge for. I come from a pretty good area.

_patch · Post by **_patch** » Sat Apr 25, 2009 12:34 am

I find myself in the same boat as Leoj; not really a bad event in my life compared to you guys besides the mandatory group of assholes everyone meets in elementary/secondary school... But then, I do live in suburban Washington in like the most cornbread town ever.

Leoj · Post by **Leoj** » Sat Apr 25, 2009 12:35 am

_patch wrote:I find myself in the same boat as Leoj; not really a bad event in my life compared to you guys besides the mandatory group of assholes everyone meets in elementary/secondary school... But then, I do live in suburban Washington in like the most cornbread town ever.

I live in like Oakland County, Michigan.

BANANA · Post by **BANANA** » Sat Apr 25, 2009 2:52 am

Someone on our street found a puppy and kept it, even though there were posters all over about this puppy. They left it in thier front yard, I saw them kick it once, and they just generally treated it badly.

Finally, the puppy ran away, back to it's real home. The owners were pop flyin', until they showed up. Here's the gist of what happened:

"Hey, our dog! Yay!"

"Give us our puppy back, you stupid bitch! Don't touch her!"

"This is our dog. See the posters?"

They turned tail and ran thier asses as fast as they could when they heard that. Stupid illegal mexicans.

Squigzog · Post by **Squigzog** » Sat Apr 25, 2009 3:14 am

This happened a while ago to me.

So I am sitting in class reading one of my Warhammer themed novels (Manslayer for those curious) when some asshole walked up and took the book from my hand. He read some of it then tore a page out. "Looks like you'll have to wait till the movie." was his only reason why. The Fucktard was upset because he couldn't understand something that I attempted to explain to him in a previous class. He couldn't grasp a simple geometric formula. So no good deed goes unpunished. He then slammed me into a locker. That I can deal with but the fact he destroyed my property rustled me off.

iconsting · Post by **iconsting** » Sat Apr 25, 2009 3:21 am

So I go camping with my friends Josh, Kyle, Aaron, Seth, Preston, and Payton. My parents said that I couldn't stay overnight because they don't trust those kids, so I leave at 9 with Kyle and go back to the campsite the next morning. I meet Josh and Aaron about a mile from the campsite and they're rustled off for some reason. They tell me that the cops were called because the local pool was trashed. Because of their reputation as "the kids who go ding-dong ditching" or "those brats who steal plastic flamingos", they immediately got blamed. These are 13 year old kids, so they immediately assumed that my mom had posted a bunch of shit on our neighborhood website that said they were going camping and said their full names.

No cops ever showed up, and we checked the website but there was no post. She didn't even know their full names anyway. They made the whole thing up to give them a reason to hate me.

scebboaliwiw · Post by **scebboaliwiw** » Sat Apr 25, 2009 3:54 am

I used to come home from school by walking home with my brother because my mother wouldn't have it any other way, so one day he decided to be a jackass and leave me waiting until I decided to just walk home myself. When I got home, he said "I wanted you to see what it's like" and said that he wouldn't walk with me again, telling me to just do it myself and not to tell our mother. I actually did want to just walk home myself without the hassle of waiting for my brother, but that's still a jerkasshole thing to do.
Another time when I came home from school, my sister locked the door normaly kept unlocked for the very purpose of allowing me to get inside because she's fucking paranoid about people breaking into the house. The house in a neighborhood that I've only heard of one crime happening in in my lifetime. A neighborhood where you could dance in the street without having to worry about cars (this is true shit, I've done this). And, let's just point out that she was worried about a thief getting in through an unlocked door. It wasn't even the front door normaly kept unlocked, it was a door that if the thief had gotten to, he'd already be able to steal some stuff. It was two hours before she came to let me into the house. Two hours where I didn't even realize she was home, so I screamed for her to unlock the door. For two hours. My poor poor vocal chords.