cmsaggie12 said:

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I was at a bar in Dallas on Saturday night watching the LSU game, wearing my A&M jersey. I've worn the same jersey for every game this year and will continue to do so. You're welcome.

This Longhorns fan in the bathroom asked me to "je*k him off" since I'm an A&M fan and we apparently give out handies for free. I didn't even say anything to him, I sensed the comeback brewing against Miss State that was also on the TVs at the bar.

Then he called me a "f*ggie", you know the usual heckles. I just laughed and walked out of the bathroom.

Just curious how yall handle the heckles or trash talk that crosses the line.

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The last (and only) time something like that happened to me, I knocked the MFer out. People these days seem to think that's not an option, and the world is worse off for it. More people might act better if they feared a good punch in the face.

Mike Tyson approves

Tell him you didn't bring your tweezers.

Salty Aggie 93 said:

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True Story:

A group of us Aggies were in a 6th Street bar back in the mid 1990's. I went to the restroom about an hour before closing time. There were three of us lined up across the urinal, me in the middle and two sips; one on either side of me. They started yapping back and forth.

The one on the left started talking about "***gies" and the gay corps, etc. The one of the right was talking about "little brother" and how we like farm animals. Initially, I didn't engage. But then, they said, "you look like an Aggie. What do you think about all that?"

I said, "well, seeing that I don't have anything A&M related on me except my Aggie ring, and that hand is currently being used to shake the pee off my shlong, it tells me that both of you must have been eyeing my manhood. So sips, you appear to be the only ones in this bathroom who likes males. And, therefore, I deduct that you probably both have lubed up animals back at your apartments ready for you to come home from your night on the town. So, get along little doggies! Go have your fun."

It cracked me up. I was pretty funny, particularly with a few beers in me.

One of them locked the door exiting the bathroom (had a dead bolt for some reason), inviting a fight. I'll have to say, that was the most fun 5 minutes I'd had in my days in Austin. We slugged it out right there in the bathroom. It was a good one! Little did they know, I was an experienced ring fighter / kick boxer / MMA trained (before the days of the Octagon). I literally mopped one of the stalls with one of the sips. The other one, broken nose and a bloody busted face, crawled back to the locked door begging to get out of the bathroom. This was movie making material!

I was escorted above the crowd by two bouncers and literally thrown out the front door OVER the sidewalk into the street. Was laughing like a madman and giving them the "gig em" sign the entire time!

My buddies eventually met me outside and said "we knew you were gone too long for anything good to be happening." They had two longhorn girls saddled up beside them, stolen from the boys inside. Poor t-sips. To the victor go the spoils. LOL

So, to answer the original poster's question, you bust their ass when they disrespect and mock you. LOL

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Username checks out

"Scott Tenorman must die".

The world would be a better place if saying **** like this was a legal invitation to getting your ass kicked six ways from Sunday. Nothing life-threatening, but needing to call a friend or family member and explain why you can't see out of your swollen shut eye because you started insulting random strangers is a powerful deterrent.

Salty Aggie 93 said:

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True Story:

A group of us Aggies were in a 6th Street bar back in the mid 1990's. I went to the restroom about an hour before closing time. There were three of us lined up across the urinal, me in the middle and two sips; one on either side of me. They started yapping back and forth.

The one on the left started talking about "***gies" and the gay corps, etc. The one of the right was talking about "little brother" and how we like farm animals. Initially, I didn't engage. But then, they said, "you look like an Aggie. What do you think about all that?"

I said, "well, seeing that I don't have anything A&M related on me except my Aggie ring, and that hand is currently being used to shake the pee off my shlong, it tells me that both of you must have been eyeing my manhood. So sips, you appear to be the only ones in this bathroom who likes males. And, therefore, I deduct that you probably both have lubed up animals back at your apartments ready for you to come home from your night on the town. So, get along little doggies! Go have your fun."

It cracked me up. I was pretty funny, particularly with a few beers in me.

One of them locked the door exiting the bathroom (had a dead bolt for some reason), inviting a fight. I'll have to say, that was the most fun 5 minutes I'd had in my days in Austin. We slugged it out right there in the bathroom. It was a good one! Little did they know, I was an experienced ring fighter / kick boxer / MMA trained (before the days of the Octagon). I literally mopped one of the stalls with one of the sips. The other one, broken nose and a bloody busted face, crawled back to the locked door begging to get out of the bathroom. This was movie making material!

I was escorted above the crowd by two bouncers and literally thrown out the front door OVER the sidewalk into the street. Was laughing like a madman and giving them the "gig em" sign the entire time!

My buddies eventually met me outside and said "we knew you were gone too long for anything good to be happening." They had two longhorn girls saddled up beside them, stolen from the boys inside. Poor t-sips. To the victor go the spoils. LOL

So, to answer the original poster's question, you bust their ass when they disrespect and mock you. LOL

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I love happy endings.

"You eat pieces of **** for breakfast?"

Ignore, carry on

Or, just tell him his mom's gash was looser than the bowl of mash taters you smashed earlier.