"F.O.A.D." wrote in message ...

On 10/1/13 11:47 AM, iBoaterer wrote:
In article ,
says...

On 10/1/2013 11:33 AM, wrote:
On Tuesday, October 1, 2013 10:06:53 AM UTC-4, iBoaterer wrote:

What a stupid little midget!


Yes, you are.


Is kevin still stalking me.. I don't even see most of his ****,
thought
he was off beating his wife again, or in custody for drunken
driving or
something like the last time he disappeared....

What a lying little punk.....



One of these days, PsychoScotty is going to blow up at someone who is
just as crazy as he is, with the same sort of short temper, and *that*
person is going to call the little **** out, find him, and beat the
living daylights out of him. Hope it makes the news highlights reel so
we can watch.

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His ranting's have been humorous, if nothing else.

I've been involved in actual fistfights about five times in my life.
All but one happened before the age of 22. The others were in grade
school and Jr. High School. For most, the older you get, the more
capable of resolving differences non-violently is the norm.
Apparently not for Scotty.

I remember one confrontation that reminds me a lot of Scott and his
challenges. It was 8th or 9th grade stupid **** that involved a
problem about a girlfriend. I liked the girl, she started paying
attention to me and her current "boyfriend" didn't like it much. He
started making public threats about how he was going to beat the crap
out of me (much like Scotty) and making a big deal about it. For a
couple of weeks I ignored him, but then he started calling me
"chicken" and all that immature stuff (much like Scotty) so I
agreed to fight him. It became a big deal in the school. We agreed
to get off the school bus at a specific location and have the fight.
Funny thing is, it was in the back parking lot of a funeral home in
the center of town.

Anyway, the day of the "fight" arrived. We both boarded the school
bus at the end of the school day and got off at the funeral home
location.
As we walked from the road to the back, the guy started being very
friendly and suggested that maybe we really didn't have to fight after
all.
I was committed, so I refused his offers to call it off.

We reached the parking lot and he was getting really nervous. He
offered to agree to tell everyone at school that we had a fight and I
had won if I agreed to call the fight off.

I nailed him with a haymaker, splitting his lip and causing an instant
bloody nose. He fell to his knees whimpering that it was over, and I
won.

Reminds me a lot of the big mouth here.