What was your most awesome, don't F with me? Moment. I will gladly start. One day I was out

fishing at a local pond with a few girls that I went to school with. We had gotten close because

of Honours Society, and yes, they're attractive. We catch a few bass and channel catfish

and decide it's time to head home before dusk sets tonight.

Mind you, there's about a 150 to 200-yard path from the parking lot to the actual pond.

So we started heading down said path.

As we get about halfway down, we see two local thugs who have dropped out of high school and are always around to cause trouble in our town.

Since I'm carrying all of the tackle for non-fishermen, rods, lures, tacklebox, etc.,

I'm also trailing the three girls.

As we got closer to the thugs, I hear one of them yelling bull crap like,

Damn, mummy, look at that butt, and, crap, I'd screw every single one of you.

Right in front of the girls.

Next, the guy in front turns around and grabs one of my friend's butts and slaps her right in the chest. This teed me off

more than anything, and I stupidly yell, hey, frickbutts, don't even fricking look at them. I admit,

I'm a little hot-tempered and probably could have handled the situation much better, but fric-it. I was in the heat of the moment.

The two guys start walking over to me, obviously ready to beat my butt.

With quick thinking, I dropped my tackle and flipped out my four-inch, Smith and Weston knife

from my pocket, and to put the icing on the cake, I pull out my car bar that I use for filleting.

After this, the story kind of winds down. The dudes were silent

after that, took a very wide path around us, and we were on our way. Needless to say, that was my

great, don't frick with me, moment. To clarify to those asking, I did not get laid. However, I did

get a free dinner out of it. Well, that could have gone one of two ways, and I for one am very happy that those

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