Hand to Hand. Best You've Dished Out. Worst You've Taken.

a reply to: blupblup

maybe we should start a thread where we measure our dicks too...

Now you mention it i measure mine in millimetres , bigger numbers that way .

My first wife. I dished out a house and she took it.

A) These hands are for healing.


B) Being full of yourself will lose you friends.


C) I spent the rest of my life learning not to kill.


Pick one title and I will tell the story. They are listed in reverse chronological order. C) being when I was the youngest. Also I assume you are talking about real world hand-to-hand, no games or dreams. Which conditions I chaff under. I have killed about 350,000 people with my hands in dreams. And the hand-to-hand ... so ... no weapon stories in the list.

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Mike Grouchy

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Mike Grouchy

originally posted by: mikegrouchy

C) I spent the rest of my life learning not to kill.

C.

I'm four years old and we just moved back to Baton Rouge from Seattle. New apartment complex is right next door to the school where I will be attending kindergarten next year. In fact there are a bunch of kids in this complex, and most of them are older than me. Like five, six, seven, and one (practically a grown up) eight years old.

One of the older kids shows me around. "We don't play here." Takes me to the field between the school and the apartments. There is a huge drainage canal dividing the school from the Apartments. "We play red-rover out here. Chase. Ummm Whip it, and Hide And Seek!

I imagine all the kids, and can't wait to join in. "Well that's all. Bye bye." And he runs back to the apartments with legs longer than mine. I get through the breezeway to the courtyard and no one is there. Two stories of apartments looking onto the courtyard, and no one.

I go back out to look at the huge drainage canal. It's dry, lined with grass, and looks like a fun place to play soldier and throw pinecones. I look around the field. Nobody. I go back to the courtyard.

There is another kid I have never seen before. He's just standing, looking around, and shaking one of his hands in the air like a nervous habit. I walk up to him with a big smile "Hello! I'm Mike." He just looks at me. I figure he is about seven years old, maybe even almost a grown up at eight. "Let me show you around!"

I lead him around. "This is the breezeway." "This is the field where we play." "Over there is school where I will be going to kindergarten next year." "Over here is the canal." "I don't think we can play in there." I frown and look at him. He has a blank expression, just looking down into the canal.

We walk back to the courtyard. After we exit the breeze way into the courtyard, I realize I didn't run from him, and if I run from him now, he will know where I live. "Ok, well it was nice to meet you." He just looks at me. I say to him, "I'm going now. Bye bye." I wave and smile.

I realize he is following me. "I said I'm going now." He just looks at me. I turn and take a step. He is still following me. I turn back. "Stop following me." I walk.

He is still following me, and I'm getting close to my door now. "I ... said ... stop following me." He just looks at me with that blank face. "I mean it." I take another step and look over my shoulder. He is right behind me.

"I ....
said....
stop... ....


I don't really remember much. I mean I was four. But I do remember what it feels like when the berserk takes over. When my self control returned, I am being pulled off the kid by numerous real parents. The kid is on the ground and I am still beating his head into the pavement with both my hands around his neck.

For the rest of our time there no kid in that complex ever plays with me. I spend a lot of time in our apartment making up my own games.









About four years later...
I find out he is autistic,
doesn't speak,
and understands very little.

I spent the rest of my life learning not to kill.


Mike Grouchy

I used to do professional wrestling and I was doing a live show once where I had to face this really big giant. Some French guy. Real big probably 7'6". Anyways, it took me two tries, but I was able to bodyslam this giant then finish him off with my signature leg drop. Got the 3 count and it was over. The crowd really loved it.