To be honest, when I started this list I was not cognizant of the fact that piss is the central theme of three different items on this list, but sometimes thats just the way these things go.
So, I used to box. Like a lot. It was my thing for a long time and it kept me in shape before I stopped doing it and got fat. Im also very tall. I was boxing with this guy I had a sambo class with and he was kind of better than me and it pissed me off and also he didnt shower a lot and smelled bad. I hate people that smell bad.
Were sparring, mandated sparring as everyone in the class had partnered up. He keeps ducking and circling to my left, and Im just not good at dealing with that kind of thing. Its frustrating for me. Hes doing it because he knows its going to make me mad -- were not even drilling that kind of technique. But hes doing it anyway. And hes snickering like a total bitch. And I hate him.
Im going right a steady right jab, the one he keeps ducking to the left. Out of frustration, I wing a wild left hook that I dont expect to land. I throw so much power behind it I know it was probably the slowest punch Ive ever thrown in my life. It actually hits him because he is essentially pre-loading a LAUGH. Hes about to laugh at me for dodging another jab, which I was unconsciously feinting with my right hand, and I hit him square on the left temple. He crumples to the ground, groaning and starting pissing himself.
Like, a lot of piss. He pissed so much that, being about a step away from him, I had to step back because pee was puddling on the ground and I didnt want pee on my feet. Later, when I told this story to someone else, they pointed out that I probably should have been more concerned about whether or not Id just killed a man, but in the moment, I just didnt want pee feet.
My instructor rushed over, the guy woke up, was immediately aware of where he was and what happened, and started screaming at full volume IM PEEING! IM PEEING! WHY AM I PEEING!? and I eventually got pushed back out of the room. The guy went to the hospital and was treated for a concussion.
He was back the next day. He told me that I am lucky he doesnt kill me. My instructor heard this and vindicated me by banning him from the class forever.
That room smelled like piss for a solid month, maybe more.
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