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I for one enjoy your stories. I hope they’re true cause that makes em better, but as long as they’re entertaining I don’t mind.

I enjoy your stories

And A Wicked Left Hand Sent Him To The Promised Land.. Big Khan...

It's The One They Don't See That Does The Damage And Then Some

Con, I was a foreman on a concrete construction crew for a while. I get it. BTW, I learned that not fucking with people (like your mex), being organized, working hard yourself and showing kindness and courtesy to all (until that line got crossed) was the winning move. I've worked with mexicans, not there, they didn't hire them, and they work hard and generally know what they are doing.

Most of the fights my guys got into was in bars after work. One time, the story I heard went, a female working behind the bar with a baseball bat took two of them out. One, Scottie lets call him (that was his name after all) was tipsy for sure, was focusing on the pretty barmaid and made some bad taste comment about her body or what he'd do to her and it escalated into some stupid incomprehensible verbal conflict that resulted by her whacking him with that bat. He could have walked away then but like a drunk retard loudly stated: "THAT DIDN'T HURT, BET YOU WON'T DO ANOTHER" and stood right up to get the next one, which came quickly it was said. The next shot to the arm did him in. His buddy then jumped up yelling names and got the same. LOL.

Strange part is that Scottie had a hot beauty at home named Denise who was use to and was almost accepting of this kind of crazy happening to Scottie with regularity. He had headed to the bar alone, no Denise, and was (or thought he was) flirting with some barmaid, comes home with his arm screwed up, and Denise didn't seem to care. Strange stuff.

I was an unhappy camper when the fuckers didn't show up for the large flatwork pour the next day (seriously brusied, no breaks it suprisingly turned out) and we were 2 shorthanded. I raged and gave them holy hell when I finally did catch up to them. They were 2 of my more skilled and hardworking guys. They could figure complex cuts from blueprints and whack shit out faster than you could finish thinking it over. Came out of "New Hampsheaa"....that's the way they said it.

I once hit a guy so hard that I knocked him into the next week

Was 5'10"? You mean is 5'10". Unless your ass shrunkity shrunk.

Give it to us straight, dog. You're 5"5' now, aren't ya?

Based on everything I know about you from your posts, Con, I have but one question:

Are you surrounded by loving adult children, grandchildren, and a network of affluent friends?

This is the most important thing i can ask you and anyone else here. And for your sake, I hope the answer is yes.

My cousin broke his jaw playing flag football, a fat fuck fell on his head.

So my cousins jaw got wired shut. He couldn't eat soild food for 3 months, he was in agony. He went to the doctor to get it removed, and came back all pissed off. He said the doctor said, "you've lost a lot of weight, I'm going to keep your jaw wired shut for another month to lose more weight."

That was hilarious.

And you didn’t get fired? Those were the days!

Did everyone clap ?

A "true" story indeed.