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The Library => Haley Center Basement => Topic started by: Kaos on March 24, 2016, 01:49:00 PM
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I was so embarrassed last night. Went to dinner at a decent restaurant. Chose to eat outside because the weather was nice.
Table behind us there was a guy wearing a blue Auburn Columbia fishing shirt and an orange Auburn visor. Undoubtably one of ours.
He was chubby and short. Maybe five-six with a fat face that had a greasy sheen to it. Piggish features like you'd expect from somebody from Mississippi. Sausage fingers. Close cropped hair spiking up on top. Very pale except for the reddish tint to the face that was either from alcohol or a sunburn. Shirt was rumpled and untucked. Cargo shorts, fishbelly white stumpy legs. Feet encased in dirty flip flops. His shirt was open past the fourth button to expose his flabby chest and some asinine-looking tattoo that stretched across his moobs. Some saying of some kind, wasn't able to read it.
At one point he switched seats and when he sat down his shirt rode up the back of the chair and his waistline got sucked down to where he was sitting directly on it. His entire bare ass was hanging out the back of the chair and everyone on the patio as well as most passing by saw it.
His look was bad enough, but his running commentary was even worse.
He made numerous comments about "gettin' his drunk on"
He was talking about "tryin' to find a low mileage Sliver-AY-do but couldn't hardly find one"
He kept telling the rodeo-looking woman at the table to "drank up, bitch!"
He brayed obnoxious laughter. He chain smoked. Worse of all, every third word was some variation of "bitch, whore, fuck, shit, GAWdamn, hella or sumbitch."
There was an old couple on the patio that was clearly offended. Family with a few kids out there. Quite a few women, including the one I was with. I got up to go tell him to clean up his act, but my friend restrained me noting (correctly) that he had gotten sloppy drunk and it probably wasn't going to end peacefully if I did.
The older man called the manager out and complained, but the guy didn't do anything but apologize and offer them another seat inside.
The worst part was that I watched this asshole toddle out, wobbling as he went, get into an older truck and drive away.
I don't like people like that guy, but it is humiliating when they are decked out in AU gear. Makes me sick. We should be better than that.
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Until the very end I thought you were doing a 3rd person analysis of yourself.
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Was his name Chad? Was he hanging?
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Were his bitches calling him Ward? DK?
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Fuck you, bitch. That was a sunburn cause I work for a living. And my bitch don't mind bein' called bitch. I paid for her dinner, didn't I?
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Until the very end I thought you were doing a 3rd person analysis of yourself.
Pow pow!
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Were his bitches calling him Ward? DK?
Big Poppa Press? Daddy Red Phone?
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Fuck you, bitch. That was a sunburn cause I work for a living. And my bitch don't mind bein' called bitch. I paid for her dinner, didn't I?
The nerve of someone thinkin' about gettin' all up in your grill while you tryin' to get yo drunk on with your hoes. You ain't above whippin' some ass while the bitches drink up.
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The nerve of someone thinkin' about gettin' all up in your grill while you tryin' to get yo drunk on with your hoes. You ain't above whippin' some ass while the bitches drink up.
Testify, bitches.
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Pow pow!
The Mississippi part was the real clue.
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Until the very end I thought you were doing a 3rd person analysis of yourself.
Did that just happen?
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Did that just happen?
I'm putting little marks in the hate box.
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He brayed obnoxious laughter. He chain smoked. Worse of all, every third word was some variation of "bitch, whore, fuck, shit, GAWdamn, hella or sumbitch."
For a moment I was having flashbacks of being on a patio with Wes.
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For a moment I was having flashbacks of being on a patio with Wes.
You were pretty obnoxious that day at Blue Point.
But they all were WHORES!!!!
Especially the ten year olds.
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You were pretty obnoxious that day at Blue Point.
But they all were WHORES!!!!
Especially the ten year olds.
You find what works for you and roll with it.