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Then the bus driver stopped and started singing 'we are da werld' and everybody clapped.

Nah, for real though, there was this big frog stomper bitch on my bus. She was 6' 4" in 7th grade and wore 14EEE combat boots. Big, ugly MF. My buddy, whom I'm still friends with, started picking on her. She warned him to shut his fuckin mouth. So we get to me & my buddies bus stop and even though she lived a couple miles down the road, she got off with us. I'll never forget it. She got in his face and started talking shit and he was laughing and called her a bigfoot and she grabbed him by the throat then picked him up over her head with both hands and body slammed him on his paved drive-way hard. It ruined his shit. I think he was knocked out for 10-15 seconds. She looked at me and said "I warned him" and started walking down the road. My buddy was lying there trying to breath. She knocked the wind completely out of his body. I thought he was going to die. I helped him up, he had dust and dirt all over him and he limped to his house. Once I knew he was okay I laughed my ass off. He didn't come to school the next day either. I still make fun of him. "member that time...". kek

A few months after that she started running her mouth to me and I don't remember what i said but she punched me in the arm so hard I saw stars and it knocked me back like a rag doll. I punched her back in her arm. She started crying. By the time I got home I had a huge bruise on my arm and i twas shaped like a bigfoot fist. Her dad called my house running his mouth and I told him what she had done and told him he could look at my arm. I said I don't take no shit from nobody and especially I don't let bigfoots fuck with me and he hung up on me. The 80's were some wild times. Later in life she married some little 5 foot tall dude. I pity that fool.

I rather enjoy how everyone has decided its storytime all of a sudden.

"We want equality!"

"NOOO...NOT THAT PART OF EQUALITY!"

When I was in kindergarten some sixth grade kids would pick on my friends at lunch. One of them ran over and told me there were getting picked on. I went over, saw one of my friends in an arm lock and without saying a word punched the kid in the face and gave him a bloody nose.

I got in big trouble for that and had to apologize to the kid who was sitting in the nurses office crying and holding bloody gauze to his face while his dad was patting him on the back.

My dad, who is a complete fucking bastard, told me I did good. I was grounded and in trouble for a long time but that's one of the few nice things he said to me. My mother, who was also a piece of shit, didn't approve of it at all. I was in kindergarten and beat up a sixth grader.

Back in the 90's there were 2 dykes at my 2nd job at night that were flapping their pussy lips about kicking my ass.

I was just out of the military and my day job was building docks and seawalls.

Possibly the most brutal physical labor you could do in the Florida sun.

One was a cute blonde that lifted weights.
The other was a fat redneck bitch with an ass a yard wide.

I told them "ladies, don't mistake a big ass for big muscles".

They shut their cunt mouths.

People always forget that the rule is you never hit a lady. It's not that you never hit a woman. If a chick is not acting like a lady then there is no rule

I was the youngest in my fam. My red headed sister was the oldest. She did ballet and was in amazing shape. We would argue and out of nowhere... stars. She could kick you in the head and you never saw it coming. LOL Gold digging whore married a jew and when he died the bitch hit the lottery. She's mostly broke now due to a coke habit. She had one of her kids try to make contact with me. The way I defend myself these days is absolutely avoid toxic people if possible. I did not respond to her. I'm too old to be throwing fists.

Eighth grade seems to have so many life changing stories for everyone. Crazy

https://youtu.be/oo0d1zTAFKA?si=McyS1WMpsyMLxfy6

Found you!

Bitch wanna play lumber jack she better carry half the log

Nuclear savagery

I was picked in by kids in school, but somehow I was the only one that was ever in trouble.

My third grade teacher was fucking evil. I knew she was evil because one day during school, the sky was pile green, and almost every single time she would yell at us, there was lightning and thunder. She seemed to especially hate me for some reason.

She probably had a crush on you. I knew a boy in the 7th grade. He used to tease me relentlessly, throw rocks at me even. Ten years later he explained that he had a crush on me.