At a party we were hosting in college, one of my roommates told me to throw out the rowdy skinny little $**t who was making a scene in the kitchen. I was too drunk to be alarmed by the smartass saying, "And ignore that ring that says he's the state ti-kwon-do(sp-whatever) champion, he bought that in a pawn shop."
I'm 6'1" and weigh 220, and this kid's 5'6" 160(with rocks in his pockets).
The little bastard kicked me in the side of the head.
The worst advice I got was when I was about 13-14 years old and got this part time job on an army barracks helping in the kitchen. We had to peel loads of potatoes and the smartass squaddies I was helping said that when he came round moaning at us, to tell the sargeant to eff off and he would leave us alone. Haha, I got sacked. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the squaddies laughing their bollox off.
my worst advice I got was when a gang of young hooligans were after me when I was 9 and them all about 12, my stepdad said to go out and stare at them to let them know I wasnt scared......after staring at them for about 5minutes they legged me around the estate for an hour and a half!! the fastest ive ran all my life! lol