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Last Monday my daughter caught her fiance cheating ...so after they had it out, the asshole got drunk and took her car out and ruined the engine and tore up the transmission in it. Apparently he put it in the ditch and tried to drive it out, then had it towed back to their apartment by a friend of his that works for some towing company. Then she called me late that night to come get her and her stuff the hell out of there..

While my and the wifey were there the next day with a U-Haul truck moving her out, her ex-fiance got a bit too mouthy and got tossed down a flight of stairs and punched in the face a few times. In the process of kicking his ass on the stairwell at her old apartment, I jacked my right thumb and my right hand real bad and after a full set of X-Rays and a set of MRI's, I'm scheduled to go to the Orthopedic Dr.'s office next Monday.

Apparently I tore some tendons or ligaments in my right hand pretty bad, because now they are talking re-constructive surgery. All I know is that my hand hurts like a bastard, and there isn't enough Jack Daniel's to kill the pain on the freakin'planet.

(I'm allergic to codiene and most pain pills make me sick to my stomach or constipate me to death - so I guess I just get to tough it out.)


Oh...and typing with only your left hand when you are half-drunk really BLOWS!

The only good part of all this is my daughter's ex fiance's face is worse off than my hand is - and since he is on probation for a DUI and was drunk when it happened - he split before the cops showed up and isn't going to press charges on me for his free face customization...lol

So now I have my daughter moping around my house blubbering like a big baby, my wife is pissed off at me because I screwed up my hand and I'm going to be off work for a while, and I can't drive my truck because trying to shift with my right hand isn't an option I even wanna try.

(Thank goodness for spellcheck or this would be one big drunken rambling mess...lol)

So how's everyone else's month so far?

damn Tazman. sounds like fun.

and if i can drive a 1981 chevette 4 spd with my right arm taped to my chest after having 4 screws put in my shoulder. and broken hand shouldnt be a problem

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I like my steak like I like my women, young, tender and bloody.

All I need is my weed, women, and wine. -Edge City Outlaws

Yeah...but driving in my condition with my left hand probably isn't going to work out too well in my neighborhood.

There's just too many gung-ho cops with no sense of humor..lol

meh....just punch 'em in the face.

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Well Taz at least you got to punch the piece of crap in the face a few times. As we get older we get wiser, next time kick the bastard in the face. Just remember use your heel not your toe. Sorry bout the hand bro.

Better yet, elbows instead of hands. Cut deeper and harder to break.

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The reason his face got beat up so bad is because the little drunken scrawny bastard didn't know when he was well off and decided to charge back up the steps for another chance at getting his sorry ass kicked. In the midst of me meeting him halfway down the step and beating his head to pulp, he ducked and I hit the steps (which were of the unforgiving fucking concrete variety) and I racked up my thumb and my hand, which really pissed me off even more.

So I wrestled him down the steps to the parking lot, took him down, mounted the fucker, and introduced him to a little ground-n-pound - MMA style. (Which BTW really freaked the hell out of my wife and my daughter.)

And there were feet involved in originally launching him down the steps - but a lot more elbows after I banged up my hand - when I got him down in the parking lot. The whole thing didn't last very long before it was broken up by a bunch of neighbors - but it was probably the worst few minutes of his little crappy life - and I doubt seriously if he will be demanding a rematch any time soon...lol

(My wife's old ex co-worker and my old workout/sparring buddy Jeff "The Snowman" Monson would have been real happy to see that one....for sure.)

I'm not real fond of physical violence - but if it comes to that - I ain't real fond of rules, fighting fair, or quittin' untill the guy is down and ain't gettin' back up either. And coming at me and one of my family and talking too much shit is a big no-no in my little list of no-no's.

Like my uncle that nicknamed me "Taz" told me a long time ago when I was just a little kid: "Now son - there is two ways a man can go through life - standing up - or bending over. And bending over just ain't something I'm ever gonna do. But respectin' and protectin' women sure as hell is."

So I guess I'm just the product of a bad upbringin'...lol

(Now back to my Jack-n-Ginger....I need a refill.)

That's why I don't talk shit to old men!

Far as I'm concerned, throwing down with an old man is bad news! Eithor you kick his ass ( that maks you a bully ) or he kicks your ass ( that makes you a Pussy! ) eithor way you are screwed!

Good for you Taz, I have 4 little girls, I'd I would kill anyone who ever Fucked with'em!

BTW: MMA style? (sorry I'm just a pup!)

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MMA = Mixed Martial Arts.

Think Pride, UFC, The Ultimate Fighter, Tito Ortiz, Randy Couture, Chuck Liddell, etc.

I did gymnastics and wrestling in high school years ago, and took a few jujitsu and thai boxing classes when I was in the army and later when I was going to college...so I've always basically never been a stand and box by boy's club or YMCA rules kinda guy.

IMHO...it's better to clinch with 'em and throw a few knees, take 'em down and throw a few elbows, and then pound on 'em. Or get 'em in a hold they never want to be in again and make them quit before they get something popped out.

But I'm gettin' way too old for all that stuff...so I'm officially announcing my retirement from brawling...now I'm gonna be more of a whine and wimp out, then run cowardly for the truck kinda old geezer.

This old bag of bones doesn't work quite like it used to, doesn't hold up or heal as fast either, and I've had enough injuries, plus I have enough permanent aches and pains that haunt me already.

Well I got the bad news from the Orthopedic Dr. finally.

According to X-rays, the MRIs, and him - I've got a few strained/pulled tendons, a chipped bone in my knuckle, a few torn muscles, and a lot of bone/tissue bruising.

No surgery though - but I'm still stuck with 4-6 weeks of physical therapy and stuck wearing this big huge awkward high-tech lookin' velco strap covered monster of a soft cast that covers my whole hand, thumb, wrist and all.

BTW...they should send hand therapists over to interrogate Iraqi prisoners...because just 5 minutes with that freakin' torturer/sadist would get them blabbing their asses off.

But I guess it could be worse, since it's my right hand and I am right-handed.

I could be single....lol

First off- Good on ya! The world needs more people that will scramble someone's head in defense of their family! I hope your hand heals up without complications.

As for retirement and associated aches and pains... God I know THAT feeling!

I retired from brawling young, after a trip to the pokey that almost turned into a season pass from a fistfight in Texas in '91. I developed a rule for physical altercations that might come in handy if you ever find yourself in that situation again:

Rule 1 for fistfights: Never fight anyone you can outrun.
Rule 2 for fistfights: No one with a broken leg will EVER outrun you.

If family is involved I generally go straight to rule 2.

Just a helpful thought :: grin ::

Merlyn

nice rules
i used to tell this big old boy at work all the time. "i run faster scared than you do pissed off"

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I like my steak like I like my women, young, tender and bloody.

All I need is my weed, women, and wine. -Edge City Outlaws