It's easy to be a bad ass bouncer. Everybody your bouncing is drunk.

Ringmaster wrote:

It's easy to be a bad ass bouncer. Everybody your bouncing is drunk.

And you've got three of your Neanderthal buddies with you!

Cheers
Marty

On Apr 23, 9:27 am, Martin Baxter wrote:
Ringmaster wrote:

It's easy to be a bad ass bouncer. Everybody your bouncing is drunk.

And you've got three of your Neanderthal buddies with you!

Cheers
Marty

Top that off with bouncing people for horse play. First he states he
bounced a golden Glove champ for "kicking" a girl, then later says she
was pulling his hair. So him and 4 of his buds escort the guy out...
and Robbie brags he did not break the poor fellows arms.

How pathetic.

Joe

Joe wrote:

On Apr 23, 9:27 am, Martin Baxter wrote:
Ringmaster wrote:

It's easy to be a bad ass bouncer. Everybody your bouncing is drunk.

And you've got three of your Neanderthal buddies with you!

Cheers
Marty

Top that off with bouncing people for horse play. First he states he
bounced a golden Glove champ for "kicking" a girl, then later says she
was pulling his hair. So him and 4 of his buds escort the guy out...
and Robbie brags he did not break the poor fellows arms.

How pathetic.


Personally I don't believe a word of what he types, the closest he's
ever been to a bouncer was getting thrown out of some bar for making
obnoxious remarks and smelling the joint up with his bowel problems.
Golden Gloves champ my ass. You ever see any of Sugar Ray's films when
he was Golden Gloves, he'd take out four bouncers before they could say
"ID please".

Cheers
Marty
Joe

"Martin Baxter" wrote in message
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Personally I don't believe a word of what he types, the closest he's
ever been to a bouncer was getting thrown out of some bar for making
obnoxious remarks and smelling the joint up with his bowel problems.
Golden Gloves champ my ass. You ever see any of Sugar Ray's films when
he was Golden Gloves, he'd take out four bouncers before they could say
"ID please".


I doubt anyone really does. I was never a bouncer, but I've known two.
Neither was particularly big, imposing, or agressive.

One was of moderate height and weight, and when I saw him in action, 99% of
the time he screened people at the door before they even got to the bar
area/dance floor. This was in San Diego, so he would get a fair number of
military and bikers. He was always polite, even with drunks, but no one
usually got that far, because they would be cut off early. It was a strip
club, and no one wanted trouble with the cops. If anyone started to get out
of control, they were almost immediately surrounded by the bartenders and my
friend, and directed to the door. He thought the biggest problem was after
hours, when the women were trying to get to their cars. Sometimes he had to
call the cops.

The other guy was about 5'2" tall at the most. His name was Kenny. I use to
manage a minor Jazz/Fusion band in the late 70s down in San Diego, and he
was typically along for the ride as a roady... he was friends with the bass
player. I watched him walk up to Chargers linebacker or some such huge guy
who was at the bar screaming obscenities about something, and the yelling
was so loud that it was really annoying the crowd. Kenny reached up and
tapped him on the shoulder. The guy turned around and literally didn't see
anyone because Kenny was so short. Kenny said, "Down here." So the guy looks
down. Kenny looks up and says, take your f*ckin yellin' somewhere else or
I'll f*ck you up. Just like that he said it. No yelling. The guy put down
his drink. I thought he was going to plant Kenny with one hand. Instead, he
punched his buddy's arm and said let's get out of here, then left. I think
it was all attitude that did it. In any case, it was impressive.



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"Capt. JG" wrote:
Kenny looks up and says, take your f*ckin yellin' somewhere else or
I'll f*ck you up. Just like that he said it. No yelling. The guy put down
his drink. I thought he was going to plant Kenny with one hand. Instead, he
punched his buddy's arm and said let's get out of here, then left. I think
it was all attitude that did it. In any case, it was impressive.

Now that I'll believe, some guys you just know you shouldn't mess with,
Boob****'s not one of them.

Cheers
Marty

"Capt. JG" wrote:
Kenny looks up and says, take your f*ckin yellin' somewhere else or
I'll f*ck you up. Just like that he said it. No yelling. The guy put down
his drink. I thought he was going to plant Kenny with one hand. Instead, he
punched his buddy's arm and said let's get out of here, then left. I think
it was all attitude that did it. In any case, it was impressive.

It's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight
in the dog.


Martin Baxter wrote:
Now that I'll believe, some guys you just know you shouldn't mess with,
Boob****'s not one of them.


Umm, no. Why would anybody with a lick of sense believe a pathological
liar?

I've known a couple of people who were real live ass-kickers,
including a few lady karate instructors. None of them felt the need to
brag. I have also been friends with a few real Navy SEALS, all of whom
were of average size (but if you looked close, you saw the whipcord
physique) and tended to like trouble occasionally.... but still didn't
brag about how bad-ass they were.

Whether it's money, sex, sailing skill, or pretty much anything else,
the louder the brag the less the reality.

Fresh Breezes- Doug King

"Capt. JG" wrote in


I doubt anyone really does. I was never a bouncer, but
I've known two.
Neither was particularly big, imposing, or agressive.

Well sure, that was fine for the kind of bars you frequented
..

Scotty

"Scotty" wrote in message
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"Capt. JG" wrote in


I doubt anyone really does. I was never a bouncer, but
I've known two.
Neither was particularly big, imposing, or agressive.

Well sure, that was fine for the kind of bars you frequented
.

Scotty

What kind are those?

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"Scotty" wrote in message
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"Capt. JG" wrote in


I doubt anyone really does. I was never a bouncer, but
I've known two.
Neither was particularly big, imposing, or agressive.

Well sure, that was fine for the kind of bars you frequented

Gay bars?

"Say, big fella--you'll have to leave now. Um, meet me out back . . ."

Max