Punching Bag Disaster

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invictus18

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I was at some bar yesterday. They have one of those balls you hit and then it tells you how strong you hit it. There were four of us; me, my two friends, and one of their girlfriends. So, we decide to hit this thing, my friend goes first, and gets a rather good score.

I go second.

I hit the bag. A bit too much sideways.

It bounces against the side of the machine.

Comes back and hits me in the face.

I get a gay score because I missed the sensors.

Should I kill myself?

Later I got a decent score on a second go. But still, my life has now lost all meaning. Also, I lost all the pool games. Most embarrasing thing ever.
 
The correct course of action would have been to wait till later when everyone is really drunk. Sucker punch the biggest meanest guy in the place, and don't let up. When he goes down, kick him in the ribs, and break a bar stool over his back.

Finish by looking down at him and saying, "Oh sorry. I thought you were someone else."
 
That never works man. Because usually the biggest guy in the place has friends in the place. And if your friends are anything like mine, they are NOT going to get your back in a random fight you started. They would however take bets on how many punches you can take.
 
I still haven't gotten over how much I suck. I'm gonna have emotional scars from this. Live and learn I guess.

I think that I'll have to reclaim my devastated manliness. Seriously, I'm gonna get a haircut. And take up boxing.

I almost got into a fight that night... but that was right after the missed bag incident, my ego was tiny and ruined and I just didn't have the heart to fight.
 
Next time that happens, grab the punching bag firmly with both hands. Whisper 'something' into the punching bags "ear", then rip it off the wall and chunk it accross the bar screaming: "NO I WILL NOT FUCK YOU IN THE ASS".

Perfect distraction. :thumbsup:
 
Good point there. I have a phobia of sucking; whenever I fuck up it completely deflates me.



Yeah, I could have done that, had I not been disorientated by the bag smacking me in the face. It's a viscous bastard.

Edit: Post 555... hurray or something.
 
Shit happens. Not something so embarrassing that you have to lose sleep over it. You'll look back and laugh at it in a few weeks.
 
Ok, here's a worse story. Might lighten you up. I live in an apartment in which the balconies are very close. One night I decide to piss from my balcony into someone else's in the lower floor. It happened to be some other lady's. She came to my house and told my parents; my parents called me out and asked me to explain. I denied it. She kept telling me that she saw me pissing from my balcony into hers. I kept insisting it was someone else. I was 15 at that time.

Who the fuck are you to feel awkward over some punching bag?
 
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