UTMC

Well this weekend I learned some important things about drunking shit talking...
1. Know were your buddies are (if all of your friends are inside and shit goes down you're fucked).
2. Taking your shirt off equals I want to kick your ass.
3. After taking off your shirt and tieing it around your head and saying"Oh I guess this is what the cool kids do" don't turn your head to talk to someone.
4. If you get suckerpunched and get knocked out, you will NOT get any love from the ladies with a pack of frozen food on your head... or I didn't at least.

Oh, chin up.
Remember,
Pain heals,
chicks dig scars and
glory lasts forever.
Oh, wait, no, that doesn't apply here......what did I want to say?
Ah, now I remember.
How much shit you can talk depends on your friends.
Friends like Mr. Brass Knuckle and Mr. Killer Studded Boot.

in a street fight the only rule is the last one standing...wins

I am unfamiliar with this talking shit?? when it looks like a fight just flatten everything around you when your done then you can talk all you want, even if its about shit

DAMN SMOKIE!!

I can only assume that your "don't do this" list is actually a "here's what I did" list in which case, please:

-Tell us more
--Ex. I had ___enty shots of _______ermeister and then it became evident to me that _________________________________________________. So, In a rage, I tore my shirt off and mockingly tied it around my head to prove that ____________________________, which I was unable to do. Realizing that the best had been gotten (real word?) of me I tied a bag of ______ (what is the frozen veg. of choice, really?) to my head.
- Get well soon
- STOP Wit the Tomfoolery, Your"re old enough to know better
- If you can't stop then don't ride into a bar and do a burnout on their wood floor, no matter how crappy you think it looks, the mgmt. WILL get pissed and the old "I Hate Rice Bikes" guy will try to hit you in the face whether or not you have a helmet on. TRUST ME on this one. I know what I am talkin' about on this one.

LOL@thumper - that is too funny.
I, of course, never talk shit......

Well here is the long story... It was a house party at my friends house... Nice set-up, beer pong outside, patio to chill on, cards playing inside, keg in the cellar... and a pole for dancing(or watching). Then just as I started to get to know this chick better by buddy was like "Dude, I need you up stairs", on the way up I find out that his phone and his ex girlfriends digi camera were stolen. So we thought it was this dude (I was told he had a rather large bulge in his back pocket). He talked shit, my buddy talked shit, I talked shit and tried to push thought the crowd and get him (many beers and many friend can make one bold). Well then that got settled out. About a while latter he was just staring at me with his shirt off. So me being a smart ass take mine off and tie it around my head and proclaim that it must be what the cool kids do, and mockingly toast my beer to him. He was a good 15ft away from me at that time. (This is what I am told had happen for I dont remember any of it) I turned my head to talk to the girl next to me again and he runs over and clocks me, my beer was still at my lips. I fall onto my ass and grab my eye. I get hit once or twice more before my buddies get out of the house and on him. What bugs me most is he was about 6ft 3in and 230lbs, I'm only 5ft 10in and a massive 180lb, he had a bit of an advatage... ohhh well if I don't remember it it never happen right?

Rule No.1 when searching for a missing cell phone: Call it.
Sorry, but had to say it.
Nevertheless, to paraphrase the immortal Tyler Durden:
Do you wanna die without ever having been in a fight?