Do you remember your first personal threat?

When I was seven I would sometime veer my bike across the edge of a neighbor's lawn on my way to school. One day he came out with a beer in his hand and told me if I did it again he would make me a part of that bike.

[Edited on Jan 18, 2006 by Jeff_Fries]

Morning beer. Very upper class.

"If you use that tone of voice with me again I'm writing to Santa and telling him to skip our house this year!!!"

I think that's the only time I've ever been threatened.

when i was in 2nd grade, some fuckin 4th or 5th grader was behind me on the bus and kept fucking with me. so i hit him in the face with my lunchbox (one of those old school metal ones) he stopped.

My boy’s is funny…

When he was 4 or 5 he was calling the neighbor lady fat and her husband came outside and pointed a gun at them and threatened to shoot them if he didn’t shut up. Talk about crazy.

The farthest back I can go is the time some dude tried hitting on my Mom when my Dad left to do something. When my Dad came back, he offered the other guy a choice between dying and walking away. Since there is no known way to beat my Dad in hand-to-hand combat, that guy went back to his apartment and started shooting at us from his window.

I'd do it all over again, too- your mom is HOT.

Stop growing a mullet and traveling back in time to hit on my Mom!

I'll stop traveling back in time, but the mullet stays.

This thread is more disturbing than I thought it would be. Good show.

i don't remember the first one but I remember the most upsetting one. A guy I was "seeing" got mad at me (because I confronted him about his other girlfriends) and he started insulting me and none of it bothered me untill he said "Oh, thanks for being so ugly, maybe some more tattoos would help mask it from the public, pry not though, no one likes their bitches all freaky lookin like you! while your at it why dont you pierce something else to distract from your patheticness"... needless to say that it was all a little below the belt. (even if i know that i am not ugly)

guess mine was more of my first personal insult... my bad

When I was little I fell off my bike and took a load of flesh out of my knee, so cue one of my many, many hospital visits. While the doctor was stitching it up I accidentaly kicked him in the stomach... so he told me to stay still or he would fill my mouth with salt and stitch it closed

Someone tried to stab me with a chisel once, but even that was in a playful, lazy sort of way. I mean, I would have had a gaping wound in my chest if I hadn't blocked, but she wasn't trying all that hard.

I dunno. Most of my friends consider casual death threats to be an expression of affection. I've had so many swords drawn on me that it all just kind of runs together.