I remember one time I got punched in the face. It was the time of Independance Day celebrations, and there's a custom here of spraying white foam on each other. Masses of people gather and spray each other.
I saw this dude, I couldn't remember his name, but I knew he was a year younger than me, and a serious bully at my school, or something. So, I walked to him, forced his mouth open, and filled it with semi-toxic once-carpet-cleaning white foam. It was nice watching his face contort. I then left, not thinking much of it.
A few minutes later, I turned around, and saw him running toward me from a few good meters away. He used his running momentum, and punched me straight in the jaw. It wasn't nice, and I straighted myself right away, readying myself for a fight. But he was gone, and two large gorilla-men came instead, and started bashing me. I fled, and thus turning my back to the gang. I felt a few more hits and kicks, then something (I realised later it was the lower, hard end of a foam canister) hit my head, bust it open, and I fell to the ground. I got up a few seconds later, and one of my friends informed "congratulations, you've busted your head", and reaching with my hand to the back of my head, and realising it was bloody, I knew he was right.
That's my story. I'd say I deserved it... too bad he got away so quickly, though
