so i got punched at a bar last night.
the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth:
we were at this billiards bar karaoke night thing
and it was my roomate, a coworker... people
so this drunk chick is over at the other pool table
making an ass out of herself
you could tell the people didn't know her, or like her... at all
so they're making fun of her, and this girl's just pathetic
and then off comes her top, and her bra
it was just a mess on her chest
so she puts her top back on and that's the last we really see of her
later she's drunker and more retarded
she forgot she introduced herself to us earlier, and was re-introducing herself
so i'm lookin at her like "what a waste case"
(NEVER MAKE EYE CONTACT WITH CRAZY PEOPLE)
i always forget that rule when there's crazy people about
she's making this big scene about me not liking her
i make her cry, or the alcohol does, i dunno (chicken/egg?)
so she runs to my roomate for attention
and i start laughing because she's just ridiculous
she didn't like that at all, ran back to me, and pop
right on my fucking left temple
anyway before i could swing my fist in her ugly face
the boys jump on her like a wild boar and pin her to the floor
i tried grabbing her hair so i could get a punch in on her way down
but it was hopeless... damn.
the bouncer escorts her out and everyone's asking if i'm okay.
i'm fine. takes a lot more than a whore to get me down.
she did however break my hello kitty watch i got from the japanese twins
but its just the pin, and look at that, the pin's still there, okay fixed it.
and i was covered in beer, i don't know if it was mine, or others... who knows
i was soaked.
apparently her friend was pissed that my "boyfriend"
i.e. my friend kevin who's majoring in criminal justice pinned her to the floor
(not only that but the rest of the boys screaming at her)
and word is the drunk girl fell on the concrete outside head first
completely unconscious as people drove her home.
and now you know... the rest of the story.
girls that need that much attention should just have their own parade.
it'd be a pathetic/tragically hysterical pagent.
the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth:
we were at this billiards bar karaoke night thing
and it was my roomate, a coworker... people
so this drunk chick is over at the other pool table
making an ass out of herself
you could tell the people didn't know her, or like her... at all
so they're making fun of her, and this girl's just pathetic
and then off comes her top, and her bra
it was just a mess on her chest
so she puts her top back on and that's the last we really see of her
later she's drunker and more retarded
she forgot she introduced herself to us earlier, and was re-introducing herself
so i'm lookin at her like "what a waste case"
(NEVER MAKE EYE CONTACT WITH CRAZY PEOPLE)
i always forget that rule when there's crazy people about
she's making this big scene about me not liking her
i make her cry, or the alcohol does, i dunno (chicken/egg?)
so she runs to my roomate for attention
and i start laughing because she's just ridiculous
she didn't like that at all, ran back to me, and pop
right on my fucking left temple
anyway before i could swing my fist in her ugly face
the boys jump on her like a wild boar and pin her to the floor
i tried grabbing her hair so i could get a punch in on her way down
but it was hopeless... damn.
the bouncer escorts her out and everyone's asking if i'm okay.
i'm fine. takes a lot more than a whore to get me down.
she did however break my hello kitty watch i got from the japanese twins
but its just the pin, and look at that, the pin's still there, okay fixed it.
and i was covered in beer, i don't know if it was mine, or others... who knows
i was soaked.
apparently her friend was pissed that my "boyfriend"
i.e. my friend kevin who's majoring in criminal justice pinned her to the floor
(not only that but the rest of the boys screaming at her)
and word is the drunk girl fell on the concrete outside head first
completely unconscious as people drove her home.
and now you know... the rest of the story.
girls that need that much attention should just have their own parade.
it'd be a pathetic/tragically hysterical pagent.
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i hardly make eye contact with sane people.