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freckly
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hows what happened today.
i was at work and mucking around, you know giving people sh#t and getting it back, mucking around, doing a little bit of work here and there. One of the games we play is to "get" someone. to have them "got" is to upset them into retaliation.
retaliation is when they fire up or just cry. you know the game.
i'm a formworker and one of the youngest so people try to hang **** on me all day, and i like it, it's good comraderie. it's never about hate, just passes the time.
anyway, this guy(a mate) was having no success with annoying me and was getting pissed of himself. i just tell him i bumped into his missus the other day or something and he goes quiet for a bit.(got.ha success).
well when all else fails just chuck something at the toilet while you do a turd. which is what he did. it was a port a loo, one of those forever smelly ones with wee stains that don't wipe away. o'k. so i was sitting on this thing when "whack".
he dropped a brick on the roof from the second story. i didn't panic cause i'd been under fire before on the dunny but the next one was when the story changed.
he dropped another and it came through the roof and hit me on the shoulder/back region. i yelled out Fffffffff######@@@@@@@@%%%%k. i deadset crapped myself. didn't know what happened. it knocked me onto the floor. at this stage two things were happening. he thought he killed me and came down to check it out, and i was wiping furiously knowing i was going to punch his head in.
he came over to the door and goes, "freckledick, you all right, freckle, you right mate, f$#k i killed freckle. i kicked the door open and screamed at him then punched him in the head twice. to his credit he moved a bit and only got hit on both sides of his jaw. any way, he turned around and walked away and i followed.
he is a good mate and i was a little confused still. he turned around and i could see how sorry he was, he was devastated. we sort of shook hands a settled down a bit but, later on i said that it just overstepped the boundary and i had to assert myself. he felt better that i punched his head from side to side, cause you couldn't really expect any less and we left it at that. i'm glad i didn't hit him in the mouth or nose, and i'm glad he was man enough to not fight back. that would have been worse cause we really are good mates. he thanked me for not carrying on cause he said he had never felt worse before and i said i was having some guilt for hitting him when deep down i knew he wouldn't retaliate after just smashing my shoulder with a brick. now my dad has lost two workers for the weekend cause he can't move his head from side to side cause of wiplash from me hitting him ( hard head he has) and i can't even move my arm now. the worst part was that all my training went out the window cause voilence was only a last stand when not in the ring(i do muay thai ring fighting)and i just threw punches in blind anger. no discipline or really any technique.
so i just rang steve and told him i'd admit being "got" if he would.
and he did.
i was at work and mucking around, you know giving people sh#t and getting it back, mucking around, doing a little bit of work here and there. One of the games we play is to "get" someone. to have them "got" is to upset them into retaliation.
retaliation is when they fire up or just cry. you know the game.
i'm a formworker and one of the youngest so people try to hang **** on me all day, and i like it, it's good comraderie. it's never about hate, just passes the time.
anyway, this guy(a mate) was having no success with annoying me and was getting pissed of himself. i just tell him i bumped into his missus the other day or something and he goes quiet for a bit.(got.ha success).
well when all else fails just chuck something at the toilet while you do a turd. which is what he did. it was a port a loo, one of those forever smelly ones with wee stains that don't wipe away. o'k. so i was sitting on this thing when "whack".
he dropped a brick on the roof from the second story. i didn't panic cause i'd been under fire before on the dunny but the next one was when the story changed.
he dropped another and it came through the roof and hit me on the shoulder/back region. i yelled out Fffffffff######@@@@@@@@%%%%k. i deadset crapped myself. didn't know what happened. it knocked me onto the floor. at this stage two things were happening. he thought he killed me and came down to check it out, and i was wiping furiously knowing i was going to punch his head in.
he came over to the door and goes, "freckledick, you all right, freckle, you right mate, f$#k i killed freckle. i kicked the door open and screamed at him then punched him in the head twice. to his credit he moved a bit and only got hit on both sides of his jaw. any way, he turned around and walked away and i followed.
he is a good mate and i was a little confused still. he turned around and i could see how sorry he was, he was devastated. we sort of shook hands a settled down a bit but, later on i said that it just overstepped the boundary and i had to assert myself. he felt better that i punched his head from side to side, cause you couldn't really expect any less and we left it at that. i'm glad i didn't hit him in the mouth or nose, and i'm glad he was man enough to not fight back. that would have been worse cause we really are good mates. he thanked me for not carrying on cause he said he had never felt worse before and i said i was having some guilt for hitting him when deep down i knew he wouldn't retaliate after just smashing my shoulder with a brick. now my dad has lost two workers for the weekend cause he can't move his head from side to side cause of wiplash from me hitting him ( hard head he has) and i can't even move my arm now. the worst part was that all my training went out the window cause voilence was only a last stand when not in the ring(i do muay thai ring fighting)and i just threw punches in blind anger. no discipline or really any technique.
so i just rang steve and told him i'd admit being "got" if he would.
and he did.