Got hammered one night while visiting my small butt farmer town for some holiday. Met up with the boys I grew up with and they brought their cousins and relatives to a hick bar and it was a good time.
I'm known for being a jokester and giving people shit to peeps I know- who know who i am and what im about cause its a VERY small town. They know im a decent/kind dude who just says r-slurred/offensive shit for the frick of it for giggles.
Considering its a small town- outsiders (my buddy's one cousin who is not funny and whom
I never met) decides to shit talk me without me even knowing him thinking I'll just be totally cool with it.
I roll with it thinking it'll stop eventually, but it keeps going and I'm getting more pissed off. Last call comes in and I've been flirting with this 6/10 just to hook up with something for the night and she agrees to roll with it as I promised a hotel.
So after last call everyone needs a ride home. Multiple drunks driving other drunks home. Girl I was going to hook up with was gunna drive to the hotel I just booked. So I hop in the passenger seat and my buddy hops in the back (kinda weird. You know my intention and where me and 6 girl are heading, but whatever. Ur my boy and its 2 queen beds) and then The cousin who was pooping on me literally hops in cause everyone else was pissed with him too. No idea where he lives, but whatever… it's a small town. We can figure it out.
Trying to drop this cousin of my buddy's off (who is pissing me off) at his place but he can tell I'm done with his jokes. I ask where he lives so we can drop him off and be done with him. I think he thought I was going to jump him later or rob his house so he gives a vague description of where he lives so I just tell him to get out where his cousin lives nearby (my buddy) and he refuses to get out.
Now I'm getting mad. I start talking at this dude to GTFO of this truck and he still refuses. Then he dares to insult this 6/10 hog I was planning on banging and then I snapped cause that was basically an insult to me and my pride. I got out of the truck, opened the backseat and tried to get him out peacefully, but still he sat. So I just start wailing on his face till he came out.
We start boxing and I'm winning (I think). He got some darn good shots on me. Never saw stars before while getting punched but I did this night.
We continue fighting till the 6/10 yells at my buddy in the back to intervene. He tackles the cousin and that was the end of that fight and the cute twink starts walking home and my buddy hops back in.
After that we get diner food and then go back to the hotel where I attempt to use my whiskey peepee while my buddy tries to sleep in horror on the other bed.
She was an ugly horse girl. I had to explain to my extended family for the holiday dinner why I had a black eye. My buddy was mad that I fricked a horse girl in the same hotel room as him while he was trying to sleep. I had to call my buddy why I fought his cousin and his family is mad at me now. My parents were not happy cause they all go to the same church.
2/10. Not good.
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yeah, I drink.
not because I like the taste—this IPA tastes like carbonated tree bark—but because it's the only thing that dulls the crushing weight of being 5'6" in a dating market that treats height like a personality trait.
I've smiled. I've held doors. I've pretended to care about their crystals and their enneagram types.
I've even started talking to fat girls.
not because I want to.
not because I'm "giving them a chance."
but because the silence was starting to get louder than my self-respect.
every time I walk into a bar, it's like I'm wearing an invisibility cloak made of mediocrity.
meanwhile some guy named Austin who unironically wears rings is getting numbers just for existing.
so yeah, I drink.
not to feel better.
just to feel anything at all.
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Oh man that's rough
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One time I maded out with a girl didnt
realize it was a man not mad tho she was hot.
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George Soros has paid me $25 million to create this hurricane with a wooden spoon, glitter, and a bottle of Prosecco. I can do this because I'm a woman, and I can bleed each month without dying. He is sending me the money via magical unicorn. Gay Rainbow unicorn, of course...
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