I regulated those bitches!
So...tonight has been interesting. I went to a bar called Tasty World to see my friend Jake and Eric's band play. Jake pissed me off...but we won't go into that, what was interesting was the trip there and back.
My friend Julie and I were going together tot he bar when her friend Dusty called needing a ride. I like him, he's a sweet, decent boy, so I agree. We get lost getting there, are almost late, and then I arrive to find I have to not only take Dusty to Tasty World, but his drunk-ass thug friends. So they tried to free style rap all the way there (annoying as hell...), and I keep thinking, "I'm too sober for this". We get to the bar, my friend Jake is being all weird and distant, I see a couple of old high school buddies, stay for a few songs and hightail it out of there. Unfortunately the drunk assholes found me, and had security on their asses...so I had to take them home again, plus one more. Ugghhh.
On the way back they are all loud rapping about their massive cocks (which I'm sure were teeny since the felt the need to rap about them), and then they start to get into a fight! In my back seat! This is NOT the first time this has happened to me, but I figured...I'm gunna regulate these bitches.
I slam on my breaks, look at them like they were my kids and do my mom's best mean face and told them to get out of my car (in a much scarier way with much fowl language) They all stop and look at me like I was crazy. I pulled over and got my friend Julie to hop out of the front seat to let them out...they were scared shitless...drunk as hell, miles from home. Needless to say, I told them to play the quiet game on the way home, and you could hear a pin drop.
I personally believe I should get a medal for drunk regulation. I'm so proud of me! I believe my brass balls have dropped!
My friend Julie and I were going together tot he bar when her friend Dusty called needing a ride. I like him, he's a sweet, decent boy, so I agree. We get lost getting there, are almost late, and then I arrive to find I have to not only take Dusty to Tasty World, but his drunk-ass thug friends. So they tried to free style rap all the way there (annoying as hell...), and I keep thinking, "I'm too sober for this". We get to the bar, my friend Jake is being all weird and distant, I see a couple of old high school buddies, stay for a few songs and hightail it out of there. Unfortunately the drunk assholes found me, and had security on their asses...so I had to take them home again, plus one more. Ugghhh.
On the way back they are all loud rapping about their massive cocks (which I'm sure were teeny since the felt the need to rap about them), and then they start to get into a fight! In my back seat! This is NOT the first time this has happened to me, but I figured...I'm gunna regulate these bitches.
I slam on my breaks, look at them like they were my kids and do my mom's best mean face and told them to get out of my car (in a much scarier way with much fowl language) They all stop and look at me like I was crazy. I pulled over and got my friend Julie to hop out of the front seat to let them out...they were scared shitless...drunk as hell, miles from home. Needless to say, I told them to play the quiet game on the way home, and you could hear a pin drop.
I personally believe I should get a medal for drunk regulation. I'm so proud of me! I believe my brass balls have dropped!