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Some years ago I got knock out blind drunk and woke up in the big red firetruck truck with my friends around me. Pretty comfy.

I never got into a fistfight, maybe one exception but it probably doesn't count. In elementary school (I was 10 or 11 probably) I wondered how does fighting feels like, so I picked up one of my friends for some stupid reason and got into a fight with him. After that I realized fighting is really dumb so I avoided it as much as possible

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I don't physically personally fight (i'm not a pussy that doesn't that understand that sometimes it's necessary on some level, personally and geopoliticallly), but I can easily just dance around anybody who attempts to challenge me physically.

On one of the 3 times in my years where someone tried to attack me, real story here, I was more afraid of my nearby chow attacking the guy who was trying to assault me. I was afraid that if my chow decided to snack on him, that the dog would kill him or seriously wound him, whereas I would just incapacitate him. I didn't want the dog to be exposed to that level of violence.

So I just danced around him, while moving us all to the door.

Then called the police, and had the guy arrested for assault.

this is amazing

It was rather stressful at the time, but it was how it had to be. The dog had been raised around nothing but peaceful, kind people and I had no idea how he would react to real violence, especially being a chow which are known for being potentially vicious and very protective of their family.

In that moment of this notoriously violent asshole attacking me physically, I was genuinely scared more of what would happen if Cas attacked my attacker.

In an urban environment, if my dog had injured a person, under any circumstances, that could be grounds for him being taken from me, quarantined. Until the court case was dealt with.

So, in the moment that I was being attacked, I was not afraid of the person assaulting me, but the consequences of what would happen if my dog had attacked my assaulter.

The dog, he followed my lead. He didn't attack.

Primary school, kicked a fellow 8 year old until he got provoked enough to fight back, then promptly beat that nigga's ass.

Someone was annoying the fuck out of me in school so I gave them a really hard kick and put them in the dirt. Could never throw hands because I was too skinny

The one with your grandmother's vagina.

I once unloaded a whole glock mag into some annoying shit at mcdonalds who wanted to cut in line.

This is why I dual carry 1911's under my tactical belly while in the cashier line at Walmart.

I smoked too much pot and went crazy and punched my friend in the face. He was kind of a dick so it equals out.

I was in 6th grade and some spergy kid was running at me so I put my fist out and he ran into it and started crying.