There was a group of girls at the bar in town for a teachers conference. There was a big drunk dude all over one of them. He's leaning against the bar, rubbing up against her. She's recoiling. He could hardly walk. So I asked him to leave. He ignored me. After about 10 minutes I got him out. I had to push him out. The guy is laughing at me like he's somehow winning. Im inside (With the girls) you're outside (with the minus 30 wind chill)...keep laughing, drunk.
Then his buddy waddles up the door and announces he's a boxer and we're all shit. He's the same fat tub of human waste that took a swing at me (and missed) a few weeks ago. Once the door shut behind him he got extremely animated about how much he'd like to fight us.
The new guy, who is the only MMA fighter I've met in Alberta that's actually had an MMA fight,* opened the door and said you're cute buddy, go home. Tub o'lard POS seized the opportunity and walked away, telling us what a bunch of pussies we are.
*by Alberta standards you are an MMA fighter if you've taken a single Tae Kwon Do class, watch the UFC and have a "Tap Out" t-shirt
Then his buddy waddles up the door and announces he's a boxer and we're all shit. He's the same fat tub of human waste that took a swing at me (and missed) a few weeks ago. Once the door shut behind him he got extremely animated about how much he'd like to fight us.
The new guy, who is the only MMA fighter I've met in Alberta that's actually had an MMA fight,* opened the door and said you're cute buddy, go home. Tub o'lard POS seized the opportunity and walked away, telling us what a bunch of pussies we are.
*by Alberta standards you are an MMA fighter if you've taken a single Tae Kwon Do class, watch the UFC and have a "Tap Out" t-shirt
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