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Like the thread title. We've all heard about getting into scraps at the drop of a hat, but what has been your personal "dumbest reason". It doesn't matter to me if you won or lost, and I don't need to know the details of the scuffle.

I'll start it off in no particular order of importance, the two dumbest things that I ever gotten into a fight over are:

1) A schoolyard Basketball game. (Don't even remember what it was about, something to do with the score)

2) A 'Yor Momma' Joke.

Whether or not Dunantist humanitarianism is the only true humanitarianism.

You really came to blows over that?

Well, they came to blows, I defended myself. Liberal college kids be crazy.

Hardcore philosopher is hardcore.

Once, I had an old car that made a loud *Clunk!* every time I opened the driver side door. Well, one day I stepped out of my precious Rustang in front of the local liquor store, and I'd parked next to a car that didn't look any better than mine. The owner of the other rustbucket heard the *Clunk!* and assumed (He was already drunk, and was carrying a case of beer and a fifth of booze for the rest of the day's festivities...) that I'd struck his car with my door. He sets the booze on the hood of his car and stumbles over to me, screaming incoherently about how he was "Gonna take a patch outta my hide". We scuffled briefly and I dropped him. Maybe a lucky punch, maybe because he was drunk and I wasn't? Who knows. I dragged him onto the curb in front of the liquor store, took his booze and went on with my life. Never saw him again, never heard anything about it, so I suppose all's well that ends well.

Rubbing my roommates pillow in the toilet.

Marshal2Crusaders wrote:Rubbing my roommates pillow in the toilet.

And you're still alive? Your roommate needs to hit the gym a little more...

Barely, he was a senior and I was a fat sophomore with a love of video games and cheetos.


Needless to say, I had my ass handed to me.

When me and my friends were kids, our mothers used to hang up the laundry out to dry with some clamps. Every now and then, one of them dropped one or more clamps down on the ground (it was a 10-story block). And we always got into fights over who those laundry clamps belonged to

Another reason was football. There was no day without a fight because of football. Oh, the good ol' times...*sigh*

A marble.

Foursquare. Every bloody day we played it. Don't know why anymore, most likely about who hit it out or some other gak. I stopped playing it after twelve weeks (Don't know why I didn't leave earlier).

Oh, and a game of spin the bottle where I had to defend my honour and throw a punch or two. I was really tired, so I snapped when I was repeatedly called a chicken, all because I refused to pash my friend's girlfriend, for his sake.

Tim the Biovore wrote:Foursquare. Every bloody day we played it. Don't know why anymore, most likely about who hit it out or some other gak. I stopped playing it after twelve weeks (Don't know why I didn't leave earlier).

Oh, and a game of spin the bottle where I had to defend my honour and throw a punch or two. All because I refused to pash my friend's girlfriend, for his sake. Nobody likes questioning my actions anymore.

Didn't get in a fight over it but I got called gay for refusing to let this jackass convince my good friend (female) to strip on a dare when she was waaaay too hammered to know what was going on.

A regular at my mums first pub got refused credit so went to the pub down the road and started gobbing off accusing my mum of all sorts, it got back to me and I said that I thought he should go and boil his arse, 10 minutes later he stormed into the pub telling me to get outside, I did to avoid trouble in the bar. I really didn't want to fight him but he started pushing me. I headbutted him and he woke up 5 mins later complaining that he "wasn't ready" and wanted to go again. Everyone laughed him out of the pub and he was never seen again. Sad thing was I was 16 at the time and he was about 35


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Marshal2Crusaders wrote:

Tim the Biovore wrote:Foursquare. Every bloody day we played it. Don't know why anymore, most likely about who hit it out or some other gak. I stopped playing it after twelve weeks (Don't know why I didn't leave earlier).

Oh, and a game of spin the bottle where I had to defend my honour and throw a punch or two. All because I refused to pash my friend's girlfriend, for his sake. Nobody likes questioning my actions anymore.

Didn't get in a fight over it but I got called gay for refusing to let this jackass convince my good friend (female) to strip on a dare when she was waaaay too hammered to know what was going on.

Nice one for looking out for your friend, not sure I could trust myself to do the same!

squilverine wrote:Sad thing was I was 16 at the time and he was about 35

Nice!

-the cost of a jacket
-When I was 6, what pokemon I would play on the playground ( I REPEAT, WHEN I WAS 6!)
- too much to mention them all!

I was at a bar in Okinawa with some friends and we were pretty well hammered. The house band started playing a Marilyn Manson song and a table of fools started yelling about how badly Manson sucks. We told them to shut the feth up and then it was on when they jumped up and started swinging at us! I was hit in the head with a pool cue but stayed on my feet and booted the guy who did it in the stomach... that's all I can clearly remember, other than the waitress bring me a bag of ice for my head after we ran them off. Join the Marines they said... See the world they said...

Emperors Faithful wrote:Hardcore philosopher is hardcore.

You should have seen those scholastics at each others throats over the number of angels that can stand on the head of a pin.

Oh, at a pub, it wasn't even my fight.

we were hanging near a wall in the pub, and all of a sudden bottle smashes like 5 inches from me and my friends head against the wall.

We proceeded to jump the guy who had thrown it(at someone else and missed) and kicked his ass out of the pub.

I once swung for someone during a secondary school lesson because they said that the Sega Mega-CD was crap. I missed and punched the teacher in the arm by mistake.

Detention.

lol
Got attacked in a pub cos my cousin's mate was black.

nearly got attacked in another pub
errm..
well just cos? no reason we were just there.
Managed to get away before it started.

In retrospect all fights I started were petty and futile.
What makes it worse is that I always ended up getting my arse kicked!

If teaching languages through dialect or literary works produces more proficient linguists.

I was walking down the street a few years ago and was in a really bad mood about something. This guy and his girlfriend were walking back the other way and he shouldered me, although, I didn't attempt to move aside either. Then, as I moved past him, he actually apologised to me quite sincerly, and being 'cool' I just said nothing and kept walking. After a few seconds he starts cursing at me, and by the time I turn around his girlfriend is holding him back from slugging me. I was much bigger than him, but he would have been older and had that wiry sort of, 'I stab people for change' look about him. Then, to make matters worse, (and I'm embarressed even now for doing this!) I looked him smack in the eye and said 'lucky you're B is holding you back!'

Needless to say he went ballistic at that, and the only thing that probably saved me was that I lived about fifty meteres further down the street, and a car drove in between us!

I've got no idea why I did that, but I'm glad I learnt my lesson without loosing any teeth...I spent the next month hoping that I didn't run into that guy though!

This is dakka dakka OT forum, most of you fethers could start a fight in an empty elevator!

Come on Matty - you have to pitch in with a few of your corkers. I don't I've ever heard about you getting into a fight over something SENSIBLE!


Apart from 'The War on Terror', of course....

I got hit over the head with an rubber mallet by a chap that didnt like the fact that me and my mate were getting pissed up in a campsite at 3am...
OH and stabed in the leg with light cavelry saber by a mate after i eat his pizza..

CURNOW wrote:OH and stabed in the leg with light cavelry saber by a mate after i eat his pizza..

I seriosly LOLed at that

Are we talking fist fighting? or verbally?

Verbally, once I argued with a morbidly obese TFG which Chaos god is cooler.

All my physical fights were started because I or the other person was being a Jackass.

"Silliest thing you've gotten into a fight over"

Your mom.

Not a your mama joke. Literally, your mother.

I won. That's why your eyes are green.

Shadowbrand wrote:Are we talking fist fighting? or verbally?

Verbally, once I argued with a morbidly obese TFG which Chaos god is cooler.

All my physical fights were started because I or the other person was being a Jackass.

Never argue with a morbidly obese TFG about anything. They're the worst knowitalls in the world. Next time, just punch him in the throat and run. And don't try to kick him in the nuts, you probably won't be able to find them, and your foot might get wedged between his thunder thighs. Besides, they're all big babies anyway.