Well guys, i guess what joey c tells me, come to the carribean jack to realise your (women) dreams, is true...
I went for a drink with a buddy of mine today, and he goes, let's go over to that bar, it's your ex there T...., she's hit it bigtime, she's loaded and knows how to have fun, she'll probably have a few of her girl friends over there two...Alright, i said so we hit the road.
So, we went to that posh faggot-y upper class joint, i ve no problem nowadays with money so i gladly paid for a hefty entrance fee, a place to sit, drinks and assortments.(Though i come from an upper class background i consider myself i self made man, as i left home pennyless and young and made it on my own, hence i got an inherent dislike for show off-ish-ness and people who don't respect their money.) Well, to cut a long story short, i met my former girlfriend (and infatuation) in a while. She was as i expected her to be, at first glance, pretty, sexy and clever. But. Real soon came the let down, i was invited in the bathroom with a couple of disgusting, annoying male friends of hers for a couple of coke (a cola) lines. I kindly reclined and stayed outside. She comes out of the bathroom and goes, blah blah you don't know how to have a good time, i say, wait a sec, i really like my brain, i don't want to be fvcking it up with some illegal blow up shit, i ve done it, i am past it. Then her male, faggoty friends chime in, like a faggoty greek chorus, hey chill, dont make our girlfriend sad blah blah, all cokehead and nice, well it wasn't long before i had my fists blacken the eye and jaws of them fags and a whole mess in the bar ensuing...
After i d calmed down, and withdrew by force to a corner, she came over. She came alone to talk to me and for a moment there i thought i could rekindle the old flame, i had a real crush for the girl some years ago mind you. So, she goes, you cant have fun, you are bad drinker blah, blah, i thought something was starting to go on again between us, i did not argue with her and in due time she did not want to argue any more. But in a few minutes this coke ladden ugly bitch comes round and touches my former girlfriend's ass, and goes, he's a sore loser, let's go do a line, laughing condescendingly.
Now, i ve not hit a woman before, lesbian or not, but after a few more derogatory commentary from the afforementioned lesbian bitch, and next thing you know my ex was trying to stop me from a huge fight with an assortmwent of lesbian machos and gay cokeheads...
Well, it all ended up on a sour note, me being thrown out of this bar by couple of heavies, which i managed to hit some
, but who ultimately kicked my ass all the way out of the bar...
I left the place with some bruises, and a lot of disgust.
I went near by and had a few drinks.
I have not thought of this whole thing till this rant, but i sure as hell feel more bitter than my upper lip bruise would indicate.
That's all folks.
I went for a drink with a buddy of mine today, and he goes, let's go over to that bar, it's your ex there T...., she's hit it bigtime, she's loaded and knows how to have fun, she'll probably have a few of her girl friends over there two...Alright, i said so we hit the road.
So, we went to that posh faggot-y upper class joint, i ve no problem nowadays with money so i gladly paid for a hefty entrance fee, a place to sit, drinks and assortments.(Though i come from an upper class background i consider myself i self made man, as i left home pennyless and young and made it on my own, hence i got an inherent dislike for show off-ish-ness and people who don't respect their money.) Well, to cut a long story short, i met my former girlfriend (and infatuation) in a while. She was as i expected her to be, at first glance, pretty, sexy and clever. But. Real soon came the let down, i was invited in the bathroom with a couple of disgusting, annoying male friends of hers for a couple of coke (a cola) lines. I kindly reclined and stayed outside. She comes out of the bathroom and goes, blah blah you don't know how to have a good time, i say, wait a sec, i really like my brain, i don't want to be fvcking it up with some illegal blow up shit, i ve done it, i am past it. Then her male, faggoty friends chime in, like a faggoty greek chorus, hey chill, dont make our girlfriend sad blah blah, all cokehead and nice, well it wasn't long before i had my fists blacken the eye and jaws of them fags and a whole mess in the bar ensuing...
After i d calmed down, and withdrew by force to a corner, she came over. She came alone to talk to me and for a moment there i thought i could rekindle the old flame, i had a real crush for the girl some years ago mind you. So, she goes, you cant have fun, you are bad drinker blah, blah, i thought something was starting to go on again between us, i did not argue with her and in due time she did not want to argue any more. But in a few minutes this coke ladden ugly bitch comes round and touches my former girlfriend's ass, and goes, he's a sore loser, let's go do a line, laughing condescendingly.
Now, i ve not hit a woman before, lesbian or not, but after a few more derogatory commentary from the afforementioned lesbian bitch, and next thing you know my ex was trying to stop me from a huge fight with an assortmwent of lesbian machos and gay cokeheads...
Well, it all ended up on a sour note, me being thrown out of this bar by couple of heavies, which i managed to hit some
I left the place with some bruises, and a lot of disgust.
I went near by and had a few drinks.
I have not thought of this whole thing till this rant, but i sure as hell feel more bitter than my upper lip bruise would indicate.
That's all folks.
