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Drunken bar brawl in Palma DeMallorca, Spain in 1988.
Four drunken Marines with pool cues and about a hundred sailors.
Fit for a movie scene, I tell ya!
Last one was too easy, two skinheads near Ben Franklin Hospital cornered me in an alley. They wanted my motorcycle. They got the security chain.
The one where some "Radio Rambo" chased me down to a fuel island (I forget where) and came after me with a short club went nowhere as I simply pulled the nozzle from the tank and hit him in the face with the diesel (at 30 gallons per minute), then whipped out my trusty Zippo and told him to get back in his truck and never cross my path again. He did.
Do I qualify as a badass now?
Brian
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Never be afraid to tell the world who you are. -- Anonymous
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