Bar Fights

Ha ha ha...nice Simonne! I saw the title...and the first thing that came to my mind before I even clicked on the link to read the article was MEATHEAD!!!

I'm glad to see his "reputation" is now spreading beyond the hallowed halls of good old LU...maybe he'll do us all a favor and take on the APD next weekend...I'm sure they'd love his whole routine, especially the part where they get to beat his ass for fighting back!

Aw, now i want to come see this spectacle of meatheadedness you have opended this can of worms. haha... id enjoy nothing more to see him take on the frat guy you mentioned only to have his 20 or so bro's bring on the pain.
As for meathead himself... sounds like hes wanting attention to prove himself.

god simonne, your homophobic comments are outdated by about twenty years. Maybe you believe that it is ok to throw around terms that you have no clue of understanding, but all it does is enhance the hatred of minorities, and it spreads bad will between the frats and the con (well some of the frats).

Hey retard,
I work at a GAY bar. Don't insinuate me i am homophobic you ignorant fuck. I hang out with them every weekend.

Let me rephrase that. Don't insinuate that i am homophobic you ignorant fuck. i have more gay friends than you and your pet monkey put together. Maybe if you read the article a little better you'd realize meathead was the homophonic one. SO why don't you and your monkey go back to jerking each other off fartknocker.

Simonne,

Where is all this talk of homophobia originating? The gay population has nothing to rise against with your words. Captain Faggot and the skipper too can retire their battle against homophobic tendencies here and concentrate on being able to look themselves in the mirror.
Fight the good fight gentlemen,but let the girl speak.
-Rage On, Blaine

Black Eyed Peas...hell I would taken that off the playlist too, and I am non-violent drunk type. Although I did once chase a girl out of a party for playing that damn "who let the dogs out" song on repeat.

I know this meathead you speak so harshly about, and his madness is quite a mystery to us all. A friend of mine, who is give or take 155 pounds got into a verbal disagreement with him last weekend. It was the funniest shit I've ever seen.

Joe College: Got Beef
Friend: Are you for real? You have 100 pounds on me, and I'll still kick the crap out of you.
Joe College: So make a move
Friend: Yeah right. So you can duck and say I threw first. Hell no. You want to fight so bad, then swing bitch
Joe College: You got Beef?

What a moron!

He'll fox with the wrong cats and get cut soon.

As for girl fights, they're great. I've lived in Brooklyn my whole life, and there's nothing like seeing irish italian girls fighting in Bensonhurst. Much Love

I'll tell you what. When a bad ass like me walks into a bar, I get the feeling I'm already being targeted for an embarrassment, or having to beat someone down. It's real bullshit. Then I start to get a buzz on and those dudes in the corner start building up forces. This just pisses me off and gets my instincts ready. I get sick of the tension and feel like having fun, since no one is actually having any other than fake laughs and scamming guys for drinks to give to there coyote boyfriends. Coyotes are little scrawny pack animals. So anyways, I start having fun, dancing, socializing and then the coyotes send over some tool of a chick thinking I'll fall in love and become weakened and easy fighting. They want their David vs. Goliath. And yes, I'm a huge bad ass. But since I'm so fucking smart, I can get away without having to fuck them up big time or get bitch slapped, which is all they can pull off. So basically the whole situation just ruins the fun. Then the bouncers actually have to ask me to leave because the little coyotes plan is going awry and they aren't gonna get there hoochie. So they get all pissed off. So now it is my fault the little fucker can't bear the thought of not getting his ass kicked. And all of his friends, since knives bounce off of me and punches give me little jolts of pleasure. These little bitch slappers are in serious danger of unrecoverable concussion. I could literally kill some of these folk and get my self seriously litigated by the state. And those boys don't fuck around. They don't need coyotes, or bad asses. They have solitary confinement, limitless resources, and angry mothers. And also they would put me into the coyote den and I would have to beat all of them down. Which would keep the state very happy with me and also right there locked in the den. So to another point I would like to say from me: (an intelligent, large, combat trained, bad ass with nanosecond reflex combined with precision power) I would like to say that you little coyotes and you love trap tool girl had better consider your own situation. You are highly likely to get seriously injured and you know what happens to injured coyotes. They get fucked up by there buddies, left, and humiliated. The pack will likely be overrun and your girly will turn tail and run to daddy. That would be me or otherwise outstanding party. You may successfully get me into trouble with state but your situation will be far far worse. I can handle time. And I heal like a fucking starfish. Am I meathead? Well my brain is exceptionally large. Do I look for a fight? It is never a good idea to turn your back on those who have already started one. So no, I defend self. But I would much rather have a good time at a bar and not have to beat down the puke who has been preordained to engage in combat. Show some respect and have some goddamn fun. Why the hell are you in a bar to start talking about me? I can read your fucking lips from a mile away. And I can weigh you, measure you, and fuck you up when I choose. Now that I've told you my mind, why don't you fucking retort? I really want to know what the fuck you have to say team player.

And just to add. Specifically to the girl who thinks that fighting is hot and sexy. When I get into a fight, there is no satisfaction for anyone. Fighting gets truly brutal and ranges all over the bar quickly. All women previously exited or feeling at all guilty about starting or staring gleefully at a fight, end up balling there eyes out. These are the real fights. A true brawl will cause your eyes to stink with overloads of testosterone in the air. You will be feeling nothing with in measurable range of excited or turned on. Most fights are simply staged games to trick you into feeling something. Those fights occur among worthless individuals. Not like myself. You wouldn't enjoy watching me beat someone down. So, don't ask for it. What the fuck are you thinking???? If your aren't a big thinker then what the fuck are you feeling??? Go ahead and answer....

Read this post and the last two, since they are posted bass akwards. That means read the third, then the second, then this one. Or go ahead and skip one, you figure it out.