frisinator

So yesterday wasn't much of anything. Rather boring, uneventful. Very blah. THEN, I went out to the bar my friends and I frequent. I met elmnopo and Toddington there. It was the same ol same ol for a few hours and the BAM !!! GIRL FIGHT!!!!! It happened about 5 feet away from my table so we all got a good view. About three chicks were fighting exchanging actual blows. One chick got hit in the head quite a few times and it looked like two chicks were actually hitting her. The chick that was getting the worst of it also got an earing torn from her ear and ripped her ear lobe a bit. After people stepped in and broke it up, this little white trash bitch yelled "Go back to England Bitch!!" and other gems such as "fuck that bitch!!" and "I'll kill that hoe!!". (yes she actually said that). So the chicky that yelled those gems was the one that actually started the whole fiasco. I shall refer to her as SB (for stupid bitch) from now on. SB left her car keys when she left the bar. She was also pounding on the glass after she left trying to get the girl she was hitting to come outside. Then she got into someone else's car and got away. Mean while, one of the British Chicks was hounding the manager to call the cops and get the chicks license plate that just fled. He got it. They got her name from her tab I think. So now the cops show up and get the story from all the waitresses that saw the fight and the girl who got beat up and her friends. OK. Calm down. elmnopo goes home. Things chill out and everyone that was in the fight is gone. Time passes. SB, or one of her friends, call and say they're coming back for the keys. The cops show up again and wait for her to show up. SB doesn't but one of her friends does. The manager won't give her the keys. I guess he says he can only give them to SB. I get the info from the hostess (with the mostess), that apparently this whole mess got started cuz the British Girls were looking at the White Trash Bitches funny, for apparently making out and groping with some dude by the pool tables. So when I left, the cops were hiding far out in the parking lot away from the car, waiting for SB to show up. Now on the way home I did see another cruiser hauling ass back towards the bar we just left, but I have no idea if it was cuz of SB or not. The waitresses and hostess all promised to tell me what I missed the next time I'm in. DRAMA. We got it.