Well, since I'm 6'5" and 220 lbs, and have been since 3rd grade, most people don't mess with me, and I won't mess with them.
The only person that isn't afraid to fight me is my older brother. Last year we were building a house (we both work for my dad), and we were having a bad day already as we usually argue about every little thing (only at work and while fishing

). So we were both carrying a door around a house to put it in the basement, and he dropped the door without letting me know it was happening, and it raked my shin pretty good, so I got mad, and threw my glove at him and hit him in the face with it. Oops, guess he doesn't like that, so he threw me to the ground and walked back to the front of the house here I promptly met him again. I then grabbed him and try to throw him down in retaliation, but he ended up flinging me into a pile of garbage. Now that he had taken me down twice, and I had only done the glove thing, I got up, grab him, pushed him down onto the driveway, and proceeded to drag him down the driveway by the leg. By the time we reached the sidewalk, we were both laughing waaayy to hard to continue, and that was the end of that, which is how 99.999% of all of our fights end.

Today though, I did see two girls get in a yelling match, calling each other horrible names and cursing up a storm right in the middle of one of my last classes, right after the professor finished his end-of-the-semster speech about how fun the class was and how great a class was, and that he had to leave fast because his wife was having a baby. So the entire class just laughed at two girls as we left, and that was an interesting way to end my last class. Crazy liberal-arts/anthropology people.

:-/
