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I told my sister to f off and die once because she riled me up so much. She deserved it as well with her sense of entitlement. It usually takes a lot for me to blow up the way i did, i rarely ever swear.

Overall i don't get really mad, some things can agitate me (eg: slow walkers at the shops).
 
Used to play a bit of tennis during my junior years. Came up against a kid who thought he was Lleyton Hewitt - not talent wise, just that he would scream "COME ON" after every single point he won.

The match was tight, I couldn't quite get the edge and the little s*** was agitating me to levels i'd never felt before. At 5-5 in the third set he hits a drop shot. As I started sprinting towards the ball the p**k yells "COME ON" at the top of his lungs; this happening during the point and as I was running to hit the drop shot back.

I reached the ball before it bounced a second time, but it hit the top of the net. I then lost my s**t completely, spearing my racquet at the kids head. It narrowly missed him, but the tournaments referee stepped out onto the court immediately and defaulted me from the match. I complained endlessly that little Lleyton had distracted me during the point and that he'd been getting under my skin, but the referee wasn't having a bar of it.

I promptly told him to get f***ed and punched a hole in one of their club-room walls. Haven't played much tennis since and cringe whenever I see the actual Lleyton play.

Lol, Serena Williams situation.
 
Trying to put together an 'Ikea inspired' kitchen basket things on wheels bought from a $2 Shop on Carlisle St. The instructions were written in some weird-arse pigeon English/Bulgarian/Chinese, the diagrams bore no resemblance to the bits in the box. You needed like 8 arms to assemble the framework. After about an hour of twisting myself into a demented rage, I hurled it across the room, stamped on its sorry carcass, and ended throwing it on the train line near Windsor station. I watched until a train came and smashed it into bits. I felt better then.

This is amazing.

As for my story, I have extremely high tolerance levels, people can say pretty much whatever they want and it's like water off a ducks back. Very rarely I lose my shit, occasionally I swear and get pissed off when things aren't going right but I never really go mental.

Anyway, I had gone for a run, it was during the last few months of the year. I had been running and was about a km from home when I saw a dirt bike ride past, it was a noisy ****er, anyway I made nothing of it and kept running. I turn into my street and I see my dad out on the lawn with the hose. I ask what's going on and mum tells me to quickly get inside because dad has squirted a guy on a dirt bike with the hose and the rider had threatened to kill him. It was the same guy, he lived in a court off my street.

I came inside and then I just lost it. I went absolutely ballistic. I was like to my dad 'WHAT THE **** WERE YOU DOING? ARE YOU ****ING SERIOUS? HE ****ING KNOWS WHERE WE LIVE AND YOU ****ING GO AND DO THAT. YOU CAN'T BE ****ING SERIOUS. WHAT THE **** WERE YOU THINKING? YOU'RE SUCH A ****ING IDIOT. WHAT THE ****.'

I stormed off to my room and I don't think either of my parents spoke to me for about two hours.
 

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2006 World cup V Italy.


Yes Chief. Having an Italian background, it infuriated me more. Punched the couch like a psychopath for an hour, until I gave up and fell asleep on the floor.

Filthy, so filthy. I mean, watching Melbourne Victory last season had some classics, when after a few, a mate stopped me from jumping the fence and snapping Petar Franjic's head off his neck.

I mean, I get pissed off and/or irked when I watch North stuff up, but my passion for Football is immensely psychotic.
 
Beat my uncle up the other night (me and my brother), his pregnant daughter (my cousin) slapped my mum, she slapped her back so my uncle tackled my mum to the ground hitting her. Ive been wanting to knock him out for years and this was the last straw.

It seems pretty deranged that we punch ourselves over sport. Your thigh must be pretty sore being a Richmond supporter.;)

yeah i've cracked myself over the years in a few spots - thigh, jaw, ribs. usually from doing something stupid while playing sport. not really a great idea.
 
Speaking of taking footy too seriously, I honestly can't remember ever being angrier than I was in the last quarter of the horribly rigged Port/Essendon game last year that nearly condemned us to the spoon. Obviously I've lived a pretty sheltered life.

My brother is a Port supporter, and I was watching this with him. He was going nuts.
Probably the most biased umpiring performance I've ever seen.
 
I actually broke my computer table on Anzac day - punched right through it - frew blood and everything. Took about 2 hours before It really hurt.
 
I used to work at a strip club as a bus boy. I had been working there for 10 months. Whatever work I did wasn't appreciated the the managers (in particular, one fat, ugly mofo). Myself and another were carrying the other two d********, who hardly ever pulled their weight but were getting praised. I was getting looked down upon for the trivial things, while the others were allowed to get away wth anything. The manager I pointed out was often, subtly, condescending to me, I'm not sure if he knew I was picking up on it, he thought he was effin better than everyone.

I let it all through to the keeper, I wasn't interested in a career in hospitality. I was just enjoying working week to week at a strip club, which was pretty easy, even on a busy night, it's still quiet, relative to a nightclub.

After about 10 months, the hostility towards me increased, I was made to do a lot of unnecessary work, I was taking the wrap for stuff that wasn't a big deal, I was given one shift a week on the quietest night of the week (whch is code for "I/we want to get rid of you, without the resposibility of firing you. So we'll make it hard for you and you'll just p*** off on your own accord), This eventually worked, I got more work elsewhere, but kept the shift as long as possible. I knew I was a good worker and there was no rational reason for the antagonism towards me.

As it tuned out, there wasn't a rational reason. This fat, fugly, greek/cypriot piece of s*** had started a relationship with a stripper (or mistress, he was married) who had started there 9 months after I did. This d******* also knew his "girlfriend" was intially interested in me and that was the reason for getting rid of me! I couldn't effin believe it! It was the first time, and only so far, I'd ever thought of seriously hurting someone (with a plan and a weapon of some kind). I didn't have it in me, though. (Sigh, shrug shoulders)
 

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Typing in a rage!!!
 
My mate punched a hole in his wall cos he lost a game in FIFA.

Seen some blokes get pretty angry over FIFA.

A mate once kicked me out of his house after I whipped him in FIFA a few games in a row.

"**** this, im going to bed. Go home"

Hahaha so much satisfaction:thumbsu:
 
I've been out, get in to trouble on the odd occassion and that, but nothing makes me snap quicker than football results. Sometimes people rile me up, but it takes a lot of chapping away. I used to be bad when I played footy, no Barry Hall, but I would lose focus and play the man. Video games also work me up. But that Gold Coast game... it was like everything possible going wrong, then you get one last chance to redeem it, and bugger that up to.

I think there's a difference between being put in a shit, consciously destructive mood, and snapping to instant rage. This was instant rage.

Good thing I own a nokia.
 
Seen some blokes get pretty angry over FIFA.

A mate once kicked me out of his house after I whipped him in FIFA a few games in a row.

"**** this, im going to bed. Go home"

Hahaha so much satisfaction:thumbsu:
Haha quality :thumbsu:

I don't usually play online with mates because I still have 11 not 12 but I do always end up playing randoms. I sometimes crack it when I play and start to rage while still playing. Especially when they score from something I have no chance of defending. Nothing annoys me more than when when you give a free kick away for not even sliding in but you sort of accidently bump into them and then they score a wonder free kick (may hurt even more because I am a shit free kick taker). in that situation......yeh i mad
 

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Haha quality :thumbsu:

I don't usually play online with mates because I still have 11 not 12 but I do always end up playing randoms. I sometimes crack it when I play and start to rage while still playing. Especially when they score from something I have no chance of defending. Nothing annoys me more than when when you give a free kick away for not even sliding in but you sort of accidently bump into them and then they score a wonder free kick (may hurt even more because I am a shit free kick taker). in that situation......yeh i mad

What makes me rage on FIFA is when one of the players on your team does something on his own accord. For example if the keeper decides to run out and they simply pass around him or if you want your defenders to hold back and correll but one of them runs out to meet the player and they pass around him. I abuse the shit out of them like im the manager and go full rage mode.

Sometimes I even sub them off for being w***ers.
 
What makes me rage on FIFA is when one of the players on your team does something on his own accord. For example if the keeper decides to run out and they simply pass around him or if you want your defenders to hold back and correll but one of them runs out to meet the player and they pass around him. I abuse the shit out of them like im the manager and go full rage mode.

Sometimes I even sub them off for being w***ers.
yep i can sympathize with you there :thumbsu:
what about when your CB goes up for the header but somehow completely misses it and the stiker is through on goal
:mad:
 
yep i can sympathize with you there :thumbsu:
what about when your CB goes up for the header but somehow completely misses it and the stiker is through on goal
:mad:

Yeah that gets the blood pressure up. Also gets the CB subbed off for being a numpty.
 
I wanted a convertible for my 16th birthday and my parents bought a ****ing hatchback. How ****ing stupid can you be? **** I was mad.

First world problems. Wow, get a grip.

My old man got in my face one time, pushed me around. I didn't do anything back, just got out the house. As I'm running outside to get away from this shit before I twat him one, he chases after, grabs an axe handle from behind the door front (which was used for security, if someone ever tried to break in etc) and threw it at me.

I managed to hear the door open behind me, turned around just in time to see it coming, then everything literally went slow motion, I was thinking about timing the jump to dodge it, waiting for it to come, then going at him as soon as I landed.

As soon as I hit the deck, I blacked out and don't have any memory for the next 10-15 seconds. First thing I remember being aware of the garage side door, with the top 1/3 of it missing, and just smashing the rest of it down to try and get inside. Managed to get in but the front door was blocked by the steal security door. Brother came outside a minute or so later, managed to cool me down after I went on rampage.

I'm the sort of guy who just doesn't get fired up, ever, and to see that other side of me was ****ing scary. Never been like that before or since in my life, and hope I never am again. As much as it spooked me for a fair while about what can happen, it's still good to know what you're capable of though.
 

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