It was the eighth grade. I was standing outside of art class and some mexican kid who I had never spoken too before walks out of the bathroom with wet hands and flicks water in my face. Then a teacher showed up and ushered us into art class.

I sat at the other side of the room fuming and he looked up at me and gave me the finger.

I walked to the sink that was next to his chair under the pretense off washing paint of my hands. Being the fine southern gentlemen that I am I politley informed him that I was going to kick his ass after school. He said he was going to kick my mommas ass after school

I punched him square in the face about five times and he turned to run away. I grabbed the back of his shirt and punched him the back of the head countless times for about thirty seconds straight. End of fight.
Das Boot Reviewed by Das Boot on . I just got my ass kicked! Lets here some stories about fighting. How many fights have you been in? Have you ever got beaten down? When was your last fight? or will you never fight? I am talking about fist fights, street brawling. Your not trying to kill them, you just want to kick their ass and teach them a lesson. Lets hear'em. Rating: 5