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Odd night at work, head still buggin me from last night and my eye is sore, anyway..so Mes and I are sittin in his car listening to tunes as per usual and a truck pulls up and two dudes get out ( if ya can call em dudes the bigger one was in this silk like fagg cowboy shirt, collar up .and the other one looked like one of those little sissy boys that think good charlotte is in some way rock and not a boy band in black ...fuckin pussies) so they are drinkin beers and i get outta the car.
ME: Hey guys lose the beers.
Them:Bigger one puts beer in back of truck , smaller one tries to hide beer like by turning his back(like some how that makes him invisible)
ME: Hey! lose the bottle man.
Dude in black:Ignores me yet again.
ME: Lose the fuckin beer!
Dude: Who are you?
ME: It doesn't fuckin matter now lose the fuckin beer!
Dude: hey fucker
ME:Hey fucker nuthin lose the fuckin bottle ya fuck!
Dude what do you want me to do with it?
ME: either put it in the truck or in the dumpster over there!
Dude: walks away runnin his mouth and drinkin the beer.
ME: sits back down.
Dude: Yells asshole or sumthin like that all while runnin his mouth to his buddy loud enough for me to hear him.
ME: I'd shut the fuck up kid before I come over there and slap that stupid newave beatles hair cut off yer head.
Dude:Gives me the bird and say "fuck you"
ME: outta the car and marchin at them ..come here faggot! you wanna play tough we can do that!
Dude: walkin towards the entrance to the club.
ME: where's those balls ya had a minute ago bitch, you better learn abit bout being a mna b4 you try play bad ass.
As i close in they stop and turn around.....
Dude: yer totally bigger than me you'll kick my ass!
ME: well you little fg you shouldn't be talkin shit unless you plan on throwing down !.Where im from you don't do that shit unless you plan on fightin.
Dude: come on dude, im sorry, I didnt know who you were.
ME: it shouldnt matter who i am, you don't act man enough to flip people off and talk that way to people if yer not man enough to throw down.
Other dude: do you work here?..
Me: No im just some asshole that hangs out at clubs tellin people what to do for no reason, what kinda question is that?!!?
Dude: extending his had in peace.. im sorry .look man we have the same shoes come on man...
ME: I shake his hand , look it's not about me kickin yer ass it's about you fuckin punk kids these days acting like you are king shit and that no can put you in yer place, casue you earn respect, and you might say that shit to the wrong dude cause if i wasnt at work I most likely would have kicked the shit outta bout of ya ...coool?
Dude: ok im sorry..no problems
Other dude: yeah man we didn't want start a problem, extending hand.
ME: ok sure shake hands.. walk away to see James standing behind me.
...moments later over the radio.
Josh: Why ya gotta tell people to fuck off Randall?
ME: cause they push my buttons.
Josh: well cause you have huge buttons, maybe you should shave em down abit(jokingly)
ME: im too damn old to change my buttons for these punks.
Josh: Those guys said you have some high strung guys outside, I told em thats why we hired them..
AND THAT WAS MY FUN AT WORK......
ME: Hey guys lose the beers.
Them:Bigger one puts beer in back of truck , smaller one tries to hide beer like by turning his back(like some how that makes him invisible)
ME: Hey! lose the bottle man.
Dude in black:Ignores me yet again.
ME: Lose the fuckin beer!
Dude: Who are you?
ME: It doesn't fuckin matter now lose the fuckin beer!
Dude: hey fucker
ME:Hey fucker nuthin lose the fuckin bottle ya fuck!
Dude what do you want me to do with it?
ME: either put it in the truck or in the dumpster over there!
Dude: walks away runnin his mouth and drinkin the beer.
ME: sits back down.
Dude: Yells asshole or sumthin like that all while runnin his mouth to his buddy loud enough for me to hear him.
ME: I'd shut the fuck up kid before I come over there and slap that stupid newave beatles hair cut off yer head.
Dude:Gives me the bird and say "fuck you"
ME: outta the car and marchin at them ..come here faggot! you wanna play tough we can do that!
Dude: walkin towards the entrance to the club.
ME: where's those balls ya had a minute ago bitch, you better learn abit bout being a mna b4 you try play bad ass.
As i close in they stop and turn around.....
Dude: yer totally bigger than me you'll kick my ass!
ME: well you little fg you shouldn't be talkin shit unless you plan on throwing down !.Where im from you don't do that shit unless you plan on fightin.
Dude: come on dude, im sorry, I didnt know who you were.
ME: it shouldnt matter who i am, you don't act man enough to flip people off and talk that way to people if yer not man enough to throw down.
Other dude: do you work here?..
Me: No im just some asshole that hangs out at clubs tellin people what to do for no reason, what kinda question is that?!!?
Dude: extending his had in peace.. im sorry .look man we have the same shoes come on man...
ME: I shake his hand , look it's not about me kickin yer ass it's about you fuckin punk kids these days acting like you are king shit and that no can put you in yer place, casue you earn respect, and you might say that shit to the wrong dude cause if i wasnt at work I most likely would have kicked the shit outta bout of ya ...coool?
Dude: ok im sorry..no problems
Other dude: yeah man we didn't want start a problem, extending hand.
ME: ok sure shake hands.. walk away to see James standing behind me.
...moments later over the radio.
Josh: Why ya gotta tell people to fuck off Randall?
ME: cause they push my buttons.
Josh: well cause you have huge buttons, maybe you should shave em down abit(jokingly)
ME: im too damn old to change my buttons for these punks.
Josh: Those guys said you have some high strung guys outside, I told em thats why we hired them..
AND THAT WAS MY FUN AT WORK......