My friend Bryant called me up the other night to hit the bar around 8pm and shoot some darts. I figured it was a good idea since I had to be at work at 630am the next day. I figured I could head down for a couple hours and be in bed by 11 or midnight at the latest. We were about halfway through beer #1 and our first dart game when these two chicks walked over close to us and started talking loudly so that we could hear. They were both good looking, but the trashy type you normally want to avoid. They pulled out a camera and started taking pictures of each other and other annoying shit. We ignored them but in the back of my mind I knew they were going to approach us at some point.
Sure enough, the brunette comes over and asks if we could take a picture of the two of them together. I ignored them, but my friend agreed. Then the brunette started to pretty much molest my friend on the dance floor, rubbing him down and telling him how hot he was. I'm thinking, oh my god, it's way too early and I'm way too sober to be dealing with this shit.
So then the brunette tells her blonde friend to get in a picture with Bryant and I move to step out of the way and she's like, "Get in the fucking picture. This is totally going on my myspace." So I'm like, "uh, okay i didn't know you wanted me in the picture." So a half dozen pictures are taken, we move on to more beers and I'm thinking that I want to get the hell out of that bar because these girls are annoying the fuck out of me but I didn't want to ruin my friend's chances of scoring if that's what he wanted to do. So when they went to the bathroom I asked him and he was like, "Well, I wouldn't mind this attention at the end of the night but it's way too fucking early and I don't want her all over me for the whole night. Let's get out of here." Of course, we're heading out the door and they run after us and pull us back inside.
So it's now a couple hours later and we still haven't gotten rid of them. The blonde asks me to buy her a drink and I'm thinking, 'I'm sure nothing is going to happen and I'm too sober to want anything to happen with this trashy girl, but what's a few dollars.' So I get her a Captain and Coke, which was apparently too strong so she goes back to the bar and asks for more soda in it. They tell us they've been drinking since 2pm and it's now about 12am and I''m thinking I really have to get home because my alarm clock is set for 530am.
We manage to elude them and head to another bar, but of course, they follow us. It's 1am, I've had maybe 11 beers now and feeling kind of drunk and too stupid to return home to go to bed. The blonde is hammered out of her mind by now. She turns to me and says, "Dude, I'm so rolling right now." "And I'm like, "I don't know what the fuck you just said." She repeats it, and I'm like, "I have no clue what you're talking about." She's like, "It means I'm fucking tripping on ecstacy, motherfucker. My friend has been on it all night, too." I look over and see her friend basically trying to have sex with Bryant on the bar. So I'm thinking, 'these trailer trash skanks..." I tell her, "Well I didn't know, I don't do drugs. And by the way, how much fucking beer have you had tonight because that might not be a good idea to drink five hundred beers on top of ecstacy." She's like, "Who the fuck cares? I do it all the fucking time." So I just decide to get away from her. Meanwhile, my friend is still tied up with that crazy brunette and it's now nearly 2am. So I try to get my friend away from her but this girl is all over him and there is no pulling him away. So I walk/stumble home and pass out at 230am.
I slept through both alarms that I set. My roommate gets me up at 710 (40 minutes after i was supposed to be at work). I jump in my clothes and race to work (no shower, no breakfast, no jacket, no brushing teeth). I get there and my manager is right in front of the doors asking me what happened. I'm pretty much still intoxicated and half awake. I spent the whole day hungover and feeling like absolute shit. I had no lunch and no money to by anything. I managed to smooth shit over with my manager because he understood that I never call in sick and I'm rarely ever late. I call Bryant later that afternoon to see if he fucked that skank and he says he did. He also tells me that the blonde tried to drive them home and got pulled over, got a DWI after lying to the cops about what she had drank. He had to call a friend to pick him up at the police station at 4am and drive him to the brunette's house.
The brunette was 24, had a 9 year old son. No money, no job. Just loads of booze and drugs. He said she woke up at 930am, promptly starting drinking. Her blonde friend spent the night behind bars. She was 28, two kids at home. No job.
Hi. My name is Adam. I met some genuine white trash the other night.
Sorry this post was so long. I was in the mood to rant.
Sure enough, the brunette comes over and asks if we could take a picture of the two of them together. I ignored them, but my friend agreed. Then the brunette started to pretty much molest my friend on the dance floor, rubbing him down and telling him how hot he was. I'm thinking, oh my god, it's way too early and I'm way too sober to be dealing with this shit.
So then the brunette tells her blonde friend to get in a picture with Bryant and I move to step out of the way and she's like, "Get in the fucking picture. This is totally going on my myspace." So I'm like, "uh, okay i didn't know you wanted me in the picture." So a half dozen pictures are taken, we move on to more beers and I'm thinking that I want to get the hell out of that bar because these girls are annoying the fuck out of me but I didn't want to ruin my friend's chances of scoring if that's what he wanted to do. So when they went to the bathroom I asked him and he was like, "Well, I wouldn't mind this attention at the end of the night but it's way too fucking early and I don't want her all over me for the whole night. Let's get out of here." Of course, we're heading out the door and they run after us and pull us back inside.
So it's now a couple hours later and we still haven't gotten rid of them. The blonde asks me to buy her a drink and I'm thinking, 'I'm sure nothing is going to happen and I'm too sober to want anything to happen with this trashy girl, but what's a few dollars.' So I get her a Captain and Coke, which was apparently too strong so she goes back to the bar and asks for more soda in it. They tell us they've been drinking since 2pm and it's now about 12am and I''m thinking I really have to get home because my alarm clock is set for 530am.
We manage to elude them and head to another bar, but of course, they follow us. It's 1am, I've had maybe 11 beers now and feeling kind of drunk and too stupid to return home to go to bed. The blonde is hammered out of her mind by now. She turns to me and says, "Dude, I'm so rolling right now." "And I'm like, "I don't know what the fuck you just said." She repeats it, and I'm like, "I have no clue what you're talking about." She's like, "It means I'm fucking tripping on ecstacy, motherfucker. My friend has been on it all night, too." I look over and see her friend basically trying to have sex with Bryant on the bar. So I'm thinking, 'these trailer trash skanks..." I tell her, "Well I didn't know, I don't do drugs. And by the way, how much fucking beer have you had tonight because that might not be a good idea to drink five hundred beers on top of ecstacy." She's like, "Who the fuck cares? I do it all the fucking time." So I just decide to get away from her. Meanwhile, my friend is still tied up with that crazy brunette and it's now nearly 2am. So I try to get my friend away from her but this girl is all over him and there is no pulling him away. So I walk/stumble home and pass out at 230am.
I slept through both alarms that I set. My roommate gets me up at 710 (40 minutes after i was supposed to be at work). I jump in my clothes and race to work (no shower, no breakfast, no jacket, no brushing teeth). I get there and my manager is right in front of the doors asking me what happened. I'm pretty much still intoxicated and half awake. I spent the whole day hungover and feeling like absolute shit. I had no lunch and no money to by anything. I managed to smooth shit over with my manager because he understood that I never call in sick and I'm rarely ever late. I call Bryant later that afternoon to see if he fucked that skank and he says he did. He also tells me that the blonde tried to drive them home and got pulled over, got a DWI after lying to the cops about what she had drank. He had to call a friend to pick him up at the police station at 4am and drive him to the brunette's house.
The brunette was 24, had a 9 year old son. No money, no job. Just loads of booze and drugs. He said she woke up at 930am, promptly starting drinking. Her blonde friend spent the night behind bars. She was 28, two kids at home. No job.
Hi. My name is Adam. I met some genuine white trash the other night.
Sorry this post was so long. I was in the mood to rant.
