C/D? People at a part threatening to beat you up for an absurd reason

classic, up to the point of actual violence - adds spice to party! actually getting punched though, that is dud.

somebody ended up with a black-eye at the party i went to last night, but i'd gone to bed at that point.

This happened to me about ten years ago. I'm at a party at my friends, Rob & Joanne's house. The music has stopped, so I'm over at the CD player. A mutual friend, Tom, runs over as says: "hey man, Duncan says to put on some Notorious B.I.G." "Ah, tell Duncan to piss up a rope," I say, putting on the Cramps instead (a choice I'll stand by). Tom, oddly dutifully, runs over and tells Duncan that I told him to go piss up a rope. Duncan -- whom I've never met -- is a rather rotund fellow with an irritating penchant for trying to sound like a member of the Wu-Tang Clan, despite being as lillywhite as the rest of the individuals in attendance. "Yo, bitch, why you frontin'?" (I promise, this is a direct quote), says Duncan. I laugh in his face, not taking him at all seriously. From this point on, I'm informed (later, but trouble-stirring Tom), that Duncan says that "it's ON!" For the rest of the party, Duncan his pals glare across the room at me, which I refuse to take seriously. I even go over at one point -- in an attempt to diffuse the idiocy -- and offer Duncan a beer. Duncan responds by throwing all sorts of poses that I assume I was meant to be intimidated by. "Okay, fine, go fuck yourself, fatboy." Now, the trouble is in full bloom. Rob (the host) has now stepped in, scoldiing both parties. "Assholes! Grow up!", etc. Eventually, Duncan and his "posse" split. I stay on for another half hour, and take off with my friend Adam. Wha-hey! Guess who's waiting outside? Duncan and company, only nothing happens. Lots of middle-fingers are exchanged, but no fisticuffs ensue.

B.I.G never got any airtime at the party either. I WIN.

yeah i got my head slammed against a kitchen wall because some drunken brute thought i'd said his girlfriend looked good to a drunk me. whilst i never figured out who she was, after awhile i got the impression she was the sort of girl that wanted her love proven to her through senseless slammings

oh, dud; unless you're watching it and have no connections to the involved souls, then maybe it's alright

haha whoa i forgot i made this thread last night. As explanation: she thought I was the dude who opened the door when she was in the bathroom although i wasnt. I tried to clear things up by flirting and we were getting along. Then her husband showed up.

Did he slam your head against the kitchen wall?

haha this thread has a pretty lame title. my drunk ass is not as amusing as it thinks it is.

If a fat white guy said "yo why you frontin?" to me, I'd laugh at him too, and I'm five foot bugger all.

Anyhoo. I got slammed against a wall with a lot of hysterical yelling and shoving and "did you fuck him you bitch?!" by this girl Mel that I know, out of the blue at a nightclub one night. Its a bit of a complicated long story, but for reasons I dont wanna go into my housemate of the time decided to tell Mel, who had just broken up with her boyfriend J, that I had then slept with J the next night.

Which was technically true. He slept in my bed. Nothing at all happened, not even a hug. We just had a lot of ppl over. My flatmate KNEW DAMN WELL how she'd react and thats why he told her. He later said to me with a smug angry look "it wasnt a lie".

She eventually realised I really didnt after shoving me around a while when I started crying (yeah I know, shuddup).

To this day, I have no idea WTF my flatmate was on to pull such a shitty stunt.

Sweet Jesus! What a shit-bag roomate!

Yeah. We had a strange situation. He was manipulative and jealous but wouldnt go out with me, either. It was a bit fucked up and dysfunctional for us both, I think (also he was very aspie).

When I was in high school some local yokel asked me how much I would wager if we were to fight for money. WTF?

You know, that crappy story I just told has gven me a really interesting idea for Nanowrimo actually. Huh.

a-HA! You know you'll do it.

Maybe your housemate at the time got secret thrills from nightclub related ructions? who knows? sounds a little, um....

Yeah, believe me, something fucked up was going on. OH man the more I think about it... mein gott. Anyway.

A few years ago my wife and I went to a party thrown by friends of ours who LOVE GAMES. They set up some bullshit party-guest bingo thing with categories like "has been to disneyworld" and "has never voted" and stuff like that. Before I even got my sheet, this dude I'd just met calls across the room, "Hey, you have a tattoo, right?" I'm all like, "Yeah, sure I have a tattoo." I don't, but I thought he was being jocular and surreal. So he marks me down on his bingo sheet, was the first one done, and then gets embarrassed when they're checking his sheet in front of the whole room and he thinks I lied to him. I mean, yeah, but I didn't mean to. He was mean muggin' all night, what the hell, I was drunk and ready, I woulda ripped him a new one. Probably.