Apr 20, 2004 07:54
Look, I've been in a few situations that were mere words away from becoming fist fights. But last night... I actually tensed up in anticipation of a struggle.
Walking out my elevator, I head out and notice 3 guys sitting on the couch. They're all drunk. Exchange:
-"Hey man, want some head?"
-(laughing) "No thanks man, I'm good."
-"No man, you don't understand, I'm fuckin' hard. Give me head."
-(While laughing)"Get the fuck outta here man, give yourself head."
-"The fuck you say? Huh? Bitch!"
The guy walks up to me, stumbling. One eye is partially closed. I knew that if he decided to start something, he would be my bitch that night. My right fist clenches. Adrenaline starts rushing, woohoo, a fight! Well time to get to work boys!
His two buddies, being the pussies that I took them for, remained seated. They wouldn't keep their friend from getting hurt.
Mr. Give me head trips on his feet and falls down in front of me. I step on his chest, give him a most magnificent pimp slap and tell him to kiss my shoe if he doesn't want it forced down his throat. Yelling obscenities at me, I pull him up, we both exchange a hug and then laugh. Could this situation have ended any weirder? At least I got to step on someone, and then bitch slap him too.
Funny right? HAH!