Friend of a friend of a friend

So, a few night ago, I was headed out for a few drinks with some friends. Riding with my friend, T, we stopped to pick up a friend of his, J, that I had never met before. From there, we moved on to our watering hole of choice, and were walking in when we were approached by a panhandler. This wasn’t a totally down-and-out bum who hadn’t seen a bath in years; he was more just a tad raggedy, with a dirty shirt and nappy hair, and a strong, STRONG smell of alcohol. I was going for the stern “Can’t help you” and walk by without making eye contact, but T got sucked in:

panhandler: Hey, man, you know that school up there on the hill?

T: You mean K College?

panhandler: Yeah, man, look…I’m trying to get $1.50 for bus fare to get up there, you know, 'cause I got a test tomorrow I need to study for. You got any spare change on you to help a brother out?

J: Hey man, don’t I know you?

panhandler (turning to J): I think i do know you from somewhere…

J: What’s your name?

panhandler: M.

J: M…H? M H!

panhandler: Yeah, man! Where do I know you from?

J: You fucked a fat bitch on my couch!

Turns out not only did J know the panhandler, but he also had the dubious honor of seeing his drunken butt cheeks bobbing up and down in the heat of passion late one night after a party at his house. It was a totally unexpected turn of events, and hilarious at the time, and a little weird thinking of the kind of guy you do your best to ignore while walking past actually partying and having a social life.

I just had to share.

“Fucking a fat bitch”? You call that partying and having a social life? :rolleyes:

There’s a time and place for everything. It’s called college.

Didn’t you know “bitch” is the new “woman?” God but I hate that.

Is “fat” the new “hot”? I’d love that. Or is “fat” the new “phat”? I’m so confused.

See, this is how women think men talk about us while we’re not around. And that’s what keeps some of us from sleeping around. Which sucks.

I can assure you that most of us do not speak like that.

I’m embarrassed to read it.

I agree. I had crazy times in college and it was fun, but I definitely blush to think about it now. I was an idiot - but most of us were.

All right! Let’s gang up on the new guy!

W00t!@

Hey, pile on all you want. Those aren’t my words - those are between the panhandler and his buddy.

And besides, maybe “bitch” was applicable in this situation. Maybe she wouldn’t give the panhandler $1.50 for the bus fare home.

Yeah, but used wisely, it has a certain comic value.

“Mother Nature is a bitch, but she’s my bitch.”