Yeah, right. . . New York City, that explains it all . . .
Tripler
From Jersey, and damn proud of it!
I work as a Bouncer in a bar on Staten Island. Nothing but college kids, wanna-be wiseguys, and 40 year old adolecents.
I’ve seen fights start because of a dirty look, a misunderstood comment, and just for no reason I could see.
Almost without exception, every one was stupid. In my experience, every person should have a label on their necks reading “Instant Asshole-Just Add Alcohol”.
I think this may have been Zap and I. Best friends indeed, and our favorite pass-time was (and still is) beating the heck out of each other.
We had lots of fun. One game we played in college, “It ain’t nerf” consisted of standing about 30 feet from each other and throwing a big stick back and forth. An interesting variation, “Tree it ain’t nerf” was developed. One of us would climb 10 feet into a tree and the other would try to knock the climber out of the tree with the previously mentioned big stick.
It’s all fun and games till somebody loses an eye.
Once one of my husband’s redneck friends threatened another of their friends with a gun, because the guy had hit on me, three months previous. :rolleyes:
I hope that idiot got kicked some more 
That’s the only reason I can think of to kick someones ass. Well, at least untill I read:
Pitchers of Guinness? And you call this an Irish bar? The horror!