hoity toity rich kids
So the bar I frequent is overrun by college kids celebrating finals being done. My friends and I were challenged to chug beers for money and then told we were little bitches because we didn't want to. Frat Boys are the worst kind of person I've decided. They are so easily stereotyped and they really do nothing to proove you wrong about those stereotypes.
Tom, Miguel, and Brandon are standing outside of thebar at about 2.45 in the morning deciding what we are going to do. We look inside the Bier Garden and all of these college idiot guys and a few of thier dumbass girlfriends are having to carry a girl out of the bathroom. She looks dead. She is not moving, limp, and pale. They manage to put her in the car, and I am dying laughing at them. I get a few zingers in as they are putting her in the car. They say something like "Watch her head and put her there" while trying to put her in the front seat, to which I respond "Fold the bitch up and put her in the truck, she's dead", Her friend is on her cell phone chatting with someone "What should we do, should we take her to the hospital?" to which I respond "You should give the dead chick another dilodin, that worked out well for you>". She walks over, and this exchange happened;
"That is my best friend over there and we are really worried about her, and I don't appreciate you talking like that!"
"Oh really? Well then why are you talking to me? Take her to the hospital you dumb bitch."
"I don't need you telling me what to do when I have someone I care about who might be very sick!"
"Well then shut your stupid fucking mouth and take her to the hospital."
"I don't need you telling me what to do!"
"From the looks of it, you need to shut the fuck up and take the dead whore in your buddies car to the hospital before she jokes on her own vomit you self rightous cunt."
"UGGGGHHHH"
At this point one of her guy friends comes and collects her, and they get into the car and drive away. Two guys are left, they are giving The guys and I dirty looks. A cab pulls up, and they head start to get in, one guy looks at me and says "Hey asshole, what is the address of the hospital?" to which I respond "It's 123 that bitch friend of yours is going to die tonight street". The guy scowls at me and gets into his cab to leave.
Was I out of line during all of this? Yes. But man oh man it was a hoot! That is what I need in my life, more hoots.
Tom, Miguel, and Brandon are standing outside of thebar at about 2.45 in the morning deciding what we are going to do. We look inside the Bier Garden and all of these college idiot guys and a few of thier dumbass girlfriends are having to carry a girl out of the bathroom. She looks dead. She is not moving, limp, and pale. They manage to put her in the car, and I am dying laughing at them. I get a few zingers in as they are putting her in the car. They say something like "Watch her head and put her there" while trying to put her in the front seat, to which I respond "Fold the bitch up and put her in the truck, she's dead", Her friend is on her cell phone chatting with someone "What should we do, should we take her to the hospital?" to which I respond "You should give the dead chick another dilodin, that worked out well for you>". She walks over, and this exchange happened;
"That is my best friend over there and we are really worried about her, and I don't appreciate you talking like that!"
"Oh really? Well then why are you talking to me? Take her to the hospital you dumb bitch."
"I don't need you telling me what to do when I have someone I care about who might be very sick!"
"Well then shut your stupid fucking mouth and take her to the hospital."
"I don't need you telling me what to do!"
"From the looks of it, you need to shut the fuck up and take the dead whore in your buddies car to the hospital before she jokes on her own vomit you self rightous cunt."
"UGGGGHHHH"
At this point one of her guy friends comes and collects her, and they get into the car and drive away. Two guys are left, they are giving The guys and I dirty looks. A cab pulls up, and they head start to get in, one guy looks at me and says "Hey asshole, what is the address of the hospital?" to which I respond "It's 123 that bitch friend of yours is going to die tonight street". The guy scowls at me and gets into his cab to leave.
Was I out of line during all of this? Yes. But man oh man it was a hoot! That is what I need in my life, more hoots.