I wanted to fight a guy, really quite badly. I've never liked the guy, and after what happened I can't say I like him now either. (No fight happened, yet(?))
I'm at, "Pass the torch" which is grade 11 and grade 12 campout. Big bush party, lots of fun. So, a couple years back in some retarded facebook argument I told a kid he fucked his mom. I didn't ask, I legit told him that he fucked his mom. He got pissed off (understandably) but it seemed like he cared way too much about the situation, as i'm known for being a retart. From what I was told this kid got shut down on newyears because someone walked up to him and pulled the, "oh you're the kid who fucked his mom."
Girl was disgusted apparently, I thought that was the last of this thing I created. I won that round.
Fastforward to this campout in June, I see this guy macking on a girl as i'm drunkenly walking back to find some homies. I hear one of the guys friends ask his other friend where he is, I tell him and say, "hey man, walk up to him and tell him he fucked his mom." (I'm really fucking drunk) and at the reaction i'm pretty sure this kid got cockblocked again.
Him, and three buddies walk up to me, corner me and start getting pretty aggressive. I'm holding a half full bottle of rum I had just found, trying to figure out wtf is going on, I just walk away and grab some of my homies for good measure, and now the beef starts. Buddy jumps out of his car, rips off the top tube of his build-a-bong and starts swinging at these kids heads screaming his ass off. (One drops 24 beer, and runs away) *WINNING*
In the beginning when it was 3v1, he was really apt to fight. When it was 3v3 and then his two friends got scared, it was supposed to be a fair one on one fight. He whines about having 5 bong tokes and like 10 shots. (Standing infront of him a 26 and a half deep laughing my ass off at this point) I told him it would probably be more fair for him because well, he's bigger, and two he's a hell of a lot more sober.
The argument turned into him ass kissing me super hard talking about how i'm a good skier and mountain biker and shit (?) i'm good at biking but I don't know how he would have known that, but regardless, I got fed up that he wouldn't swing, he tried to spit some pasties out and to his dismay it hit my shirt. I could have either,
a) Push him 3 feet behind where he was standing into a solid 30 foot ravine or
b) Horck a fucking huge bloody loogie straight onto his face.
I chose b in hopes he would fight me. I waited for a minute or so to let him wipe it off his face and swing at me, and he doesn't. I walked away and enjoyed my half of the beer, and the rest of my rum.
Moral of the story, don't try and fight someone who told you, you fucked your mom over facebook. Because if you're that mad about that, you're probably going to bitch out anyways.
holy wall of text, if it's a coherent story it's funny, if it makes no sense, i'm drunk.