I was involved in a drive-by tonight
Some motherfuckers who rolled out of Dante's thought it would be a good idea to start a fight with some kids outside of the monkey pub tonight. We weren't in the mood to fight, so they just tried to talk shit and failed horribly. Then they drove off and shot at all of us with a b.b. gun. All of us were hit. It didn't hurt though, it just felt like they were tossing pebbles our way. Fucking pussies. Who has a bb-gun? Outside of 12-year-old little boys of course. PUHLEASE.
I was also involved in another conversation at the Galway Arms that went like this:
Dude/douchebag: Hey, Girl!
Me: What?! What the fuck do you want?
Dude: Hey what's your name?
Me: Why the fuck do you want to know?
Dude: What's your name?
Me: Tracey, why?
Dude: Hey, good on ya.
Me: What the fuck is that shit supposed to mean?
Dude: It means good job.
Me: Oh, okay dude, thanks. I'll tell my mom you said so.
Dude: Ohhhh, shit. Snap!
Everyone at douchebag's table: Ohmygod, that was SUCH a good comeback!!! Ohmygod!!!
Me: (walking away quickly and laughing my ass off)
When I left the bar, the douchebag tried to talk to Tracey again, and wanted to tell me how awesome my comeback was. Do those people ever trade insults? Is it that much of a novelty when someone can trade wits....or I guess in this case, have a tiny bit of some semblance of wit?
I hate people so much. I cuss a lot when I'm drunk. Even more than when sober. It's possible, I swear (yuk yuk yuk).
Hey have a good day at work today Gomer! Solve those problems!
I was also involved in another conversation at the Galway Arms that went like this:
Dude/douchebag: Hey, Girl!
Me: What?! What the fuck do you want?
Dude: Hey what's your name?
Me: Why the fuck do you want to know?
Dude: What's your name?
Me: Tracey, why?
Dude: Hey, good on ya.
Me: What the fuck is that shit supposed to mean?
Dude: It means good job.
Me: Oh, okay dude, thanks. I'll tell my mom you said so.
Dude: Ohhhh, shit. Snap!
Everyone at douchebag's table: Ohmygod, that was SUCH a good comeback!!! Ohmygod!!!
Me: (walking away quickly and laughing my ass off)
When I left the bar, the douchebag tried to talk to Tracey again, and wanted to tell me how awesome my comeback was. Do those people ever trade insults? Is it that much of a novelty when someone can trade wits....or I guess in this case, have a tiny bit of some semblance of wit?
I hate people so much. I cuss a lot when I'm drunk. Even more than when sober. It's possible, I swear (yuk yuk yuk).
Hey have a good day at work today Gomer! Solve those problems!