Accidental hits

There's a club in Cork that has(or at least had, dunno if they're still there) a stripper pole by the dance floor. There's a wall behind it and more bars standing in front of it forming a sort of fence. There's a space in the middle where people can go in and out. The pole is just close enough to the wall and "fence" bit that a buddy of mine was able to grab it, hold himself horizontally and run around the wall and the "fence". A girl saw the few people in there and decided to go join them at about the same time. He didn't see her coming. His first indication that something was wrong was his foot hitting something that felt a lot softer than the rest of the surface that he had been running on. He stopped and looked around to see a girl flat on the back with blood pouring out of her mouth.

When I was 16 I was mess fighting with a friend's younger brother and punched him really hard square in the face. Trying to get him not to cry so I wouldn't get in shìt was like dealing with like negotiating with a madman.

Another time I was in my local pub when a drunk guy started a fight on the guy who owns it. The two of them wrestled and as they were falling to the ground they flew by me, hit my pint in my hand, and the whole thing shattered as I held it. I was full sure my hand was cut to shìt but strangely I didn't get a scratch, lucky me..............

.......until a few seconds later when the 2 men were on the floor fighting. A few of us go over to pull them apart when next thing I get this tremendous pain in my head. Turns out some smart jackass decided to throw one of those massive, thick wooden pub stools into the air in hope it would hit the drunk guy on the floor...........in the middle of all of us standing up. Those stools are really damn heavy and thick.

Of course, the chair landed on my head instead and I got a proper Looney Tunes lump that lasted for the entire day.

black francis wrote: »

most of the kids were French anyway so it wasn't so bad.

Funny story but that line made made me lol for real. In a quiet office.
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black francis wrote: »

and most of the kids were French anyway so it wasn't so bad.

Those little french ski kids are annoying little baxtards. They always string themselves out over the slope and have an almost psychic ability to know where you are trying to go and get in your way.

He did the mountain a service that day. You sir, failed in your duty by bailing early.:mad:

My cousin was trying to teach me how to swing a golf club.

When it was my turn to try, I gave him a crack to the ribs with a backswing.
I thought I had killed him, was some swing!

I was and am terrible at golf, but he really should have had sense to keep far back!

Punched my friends sister full force in the face, in front of the whole family, on Christmas day as we had a game of boxing on the Wii