Someone drink too much, a fight over Jarbaby J, etc
Just wondering, no specifics or names please.
Sorry, just morbidly curious.
Someone drink too much, a fight over Jarbaby J, etc
Just wondering, no specifics or names please.
Sorry, just morbidly curious.
Hell yeah, man! Happens all the time. Why, back on Mars, me and my buddy Tars Tarkas rode into a dopefest that was being held by a bunch of Warhoons. We dis-mounted and said: “Give us your women”. Talk about the shit hittin’ the fan! There was fists and swords and radium bullets flyin’ around and the green blood was flowin’ everywhere.
Tars and I won, of course. Sorry you missed the action. :wally
I’ve been to a couple where there were rumors beforehand of certain people not getting along and wanting to punch somebody, but nothing ever happened.
I don’t recall any specific instance of punches thrown. I would tend to assume that in the interest of not destroying the event, the opposing parties would simply not associate.
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I came this close to taking a swing at somebody at a wedding reception once. But I didn’t. And it wasn’t a DopeFest.
So I hope this has been helpful and instructive.
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Sometimes horseplay turns to tears, but it always ends in a big group hug thanks to the wise older lady dopers and copious amounts of alcohol.
I was going to shove woolly’s face through the barbie when he burned the chicken, but then he offered me some more red wine, so everything worked out.
I was going to help TheLoadedDog seeing as though it was my barbie, and everything we cooked for a fortnight after on it, tasted like burnt soy. But the homemade spring rolls cooled the anger down, and we all left as friends
If teabagging counts, lno is everyone’s punching bag.
:eek: :eek:
[sub]Wolfie decides to put any plans to attend Aussie Dopefests on indefinite hold.[/sub]
I don’t remember leaving one dopefest, and I felt like someone had roughed me up the next morning, but that was probably the wine.
I hear the teabaggings can get out of hand, too.
Myself, I try to avoid teabaggings if I’m anywhere near a pack of dingoes. It’s asking for trouble.
Thank you. Thank You ever so much.
When I thought I had that visual buried deep into my subconscious, you bring it right back.
Someone pass me a scrub brush and some bleach. I need to go wash my brain again.
One of Mr. Cynical’s friends nearly punched me at Sue Duhnym’s. The friend was being a drunken asshole and I was, I must confess, goading him a little bit.
Hey, it depends on how out of hand WeddingDope gets today.
“Beer will flow and blood will spill
And if Dave wants to fight you better let him!”
I make it a habit of kicking every Doper ass that ventures into the Tri-state area. Also, NY has an inordinate amount of mods so there is always a whole lotta mod bashing going on. With bats.
For a skinny guy, Uke Ike is damned hard to take down. Mean ole Manny has a glass jaw.
I will never attend a Dopefest in Dallas since someone who lives there will beat me to within an inch of my life.
If by fistfight you mean knocking boots, tonsil boxing or bumping uglies. . .
Please don’t use “teabagging” and “punching bag” in the same sentence. I’m getting mixed images here, and none of them are good.
For those of you keeping score at home, that is why there are so few Martian Dopefests!! (that, and we’re kept pretty busy rescuing Dejah Thoris from whatever goon steals her this week. That women has grown a handle from being picked up so much!!)