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So I punched a brick wall and quess what

stacks of steel belted radial tires received a lot of my punches, kicks and occassional full body slams in my last job....much more yielding than a brick or cement wall!
 
Hmmm Interesting

I got into a fight with a brick wall once after it was being a prick towards me. I tried to avoid it but the s.o.b. just kept sitting there staring at me the whole night while I tried to drink my beer at the bar. When repeated attempts of me angrily asking "You got a staring problem buddy?" with out-stretched arms got me nothing but ignored I finally had enough.

I went full force with my rapid fury of paddle-slaps, but to no avail. When I came to, the wall was still there mocking me. I gave up and went home to see if my mommy would attend to my wounds.
 
lol

I hit a wall once, it was sheetrock and I was so thinking... hell... I'll go straight thru it, well dumb ass me of course picks that one place that there is a stud, and hits it dead on. now, seriously how crazy is that... out of 16 inches I pick that one place with a stud. It hurt like a mofo... hairline fracture but nothing to serious.
 
Dude... Not for nothing, but you've got to be one of the dumbest people in the world, just going by your posts on here. Real life may be different, but god damn boy.
 
Frisky said:
lol

I hit a wall once, it was sheetrock and I was so thinking... hell... I'll go straight thru it, well dumb ass me of course picks that one place that there is a stud, and hits it dead on. now, seriously how crazy is that... out of 16 inches I pick that one place with a stud. It hurt like a mofo... hairline fracture but nothing to serious.

That's weird, I don't remember you punching me thru a wall.

:confused:
 
no shit this is tru! when my dad was younger a buddy of his was married and had horses, well the dude was trying to get the horse to go in its stall or something, anyway, he got frustrated and hit the horse with a 2x4 (this was 35 years ago, and I know everyone here would kick his ass etc etc etc...) so the board broke, didnt phase the horse, so what does he do you ask? he punches it in the head and breaks his hand. who woulda thought, right?
 
jnevin said:
Dude... Not for nothing, but you've got to be one of the dumbest people in the world, just going by your posts on here. Real life may be different, but god damn boy.

if my posts summerized my life Id be in deep shit.
 
alien amp pharm said:
That's weird, I don't remember you punching me thru a wall.

:confused:


wanna me do it over to jog your memory?
 
alien amp pharm said:
only if you don't mind punching a stud again


I never hit a stud, btw... It was you I hit not Shadow.
 
Creepusmaximus said:
Dumbass, why do people do that? What the Hell is point except to hurt yourself?

People commit sucides or get addicted to drugs. I punch walls. Make sense?
 
Been there..

My then GF told me how dumb it was, so I asked her if she'd rather I punch her in the face instead.
 
Y_lifter said:
Been there..

My then GF told me how dumb it was, so I asked her if she'd rather I punch her in the face instead.

haha.

Excellent.
 
people cope with their anger differently. In my case I was on day 4 with close to no sleep. 3 finals comming up with 2 papers so I thought itd be a good idea to go to my parents house and get on it. As soon I walked in I got hit with questions like why do you have a unpaid parking ticket, whats up with this credit card, why is the mirror broken on ur car, can you bring me ur printer since u bought a new one etc etc. So I get past the gestapo questioning and start studying when my older brother comes in. Second round begins... how much are you making at work, what do u do (Ive already explained all this on 3 seperate occasions) then he asks me to give him access to mls(multiple listing service(for real estate)). I give him the login and a password. He comes back and asks for commercial real estate listing login which I dont have. He starts giving me shit and saying that he never wanted mls and how I need to call my old boss and get the commercial one. I tell him Ill do it later cause I got shit to do. So he's royal ass who is bored outta his mind starts calling me a pussy trying to get me to call this guy at 10pm to ask if he has the login. I get pissed, punch a wall and leave. That;s said there's 20 years of history behind this and I dont plan on writing it all out here with a left hand a leftover index finger from my right hand. The point is that, what I just wrote on here contributes to about 5% of my anger that day so I don't blame anyone for not understanding the other 95% of it. That's why it's pointless to explain it here cause some people draw conclusions on the past 5 threads that I made. In reality I only write them to humour a person or two, remind myself of the stupid things i do by putting it in writing and reflecting on it
 
if you zoom in on these pics, you should be able to see my "superman" scar on top of my right fist.....starts just above the ring finger. This was courtesy of a vitrolite wall I obliterated with a lead hand blow......but alas it had the last word as when I looked down, my ring finger tendon was clearly visible and my ring finger was hanging down completely limp. But the scar is cool....right?..... :lmao:
 
deco said:
people cope with their anger differently. In my case I was on day 4 with close to no sleep. 3 finals comming up with 2 papers so I thought itd be a good idea to go to my parents house and get on it. As soon I walked in I got hit with questions like why do you have a unpaid parking ticket, whats up with this credit card, why is the mirror broken on ur car, can you bring me ur printer since u bought a new one etc etc. So I get past the gestapo questioning and start studying when my older brother comes in. Second round begins... how much are you making at work, what do u do (Ive already explained all this on 3 seperate occasions) then he asks me to give him access to mls(multiple listing service(for real estate)). I give him the login and a password. He comes back and asks for commercial real estate listing login which I dont have. He starts giving me shit and saying that he never wanted mls and how I need to call my old boss and get the commercial one. I tell him Ill do it later cause I got shit to do. So he's royal ass who is bored outta his mind starts calling me a pussy trying to get me to call this guy at 10pm to ask if he has the login. I get pissed, punch a wall and leave. That;s said there's 20 years of history behind this and I dont plan on writing it all out here with a left hand a leftover index finger from my right hand. The point is that, what I just wrote on here contributes to about 5% of my anger that day so I don't blame anyone for not understanding the other 95% of it. That's why it's pointless to explain it here cause some people draw conclusions on the past 5 threads that I made. In reality I only write them to humour a person or two, remind myself of the stupid things i do by putting it in writing and reflecting on it

dude, there's never a good way to rationalize breaking your hand or puting yourself in that situation where you will break it if IT WILL FUCK WITH YOUR TRAINING.
 
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