You were being a belligerent prick at the bar, so I calmly asked you to please settle down, I had “no beef” with you. For all I cared, you were a cool guy.
God forbid I ask you to sit down again, being as polite as I can be when some ass-dumpling is spilling beer on my shirt.
I can understand how, under most circumstances, “Shut the fuck up and sit your ass down!” would sound like an assholey thing to say, but fer cryin’ out loud, man, I had already asked you three times! I was giving you the benefit of the doubt, because you were sitting with two friends of mine - one of whom I came to the bar with. I wasn’t the only one trying to get you to stop being a dick to everyone in sight - your own “friends” were doing it, too.
So why must a 24-year-old man with a small child insist on “beating (my) ass” like a fucking 14-year-old testosterone-ridden fuckbucket? Let’s look t the possible outcomes of a fight and subsequent results, shall we?
I win: You get embarrassed - after all, your body wouldn’t hurt as much as your pride would - and try to find me again, this time with either a group of friends or a weapon - possibly both. I don’t want to go to the hospital on account of you, and I’m pretty sure you don’t want to go to prison on account of a “punk-ass bitch” like me.
You win: Yippee. Big man. So kicking my ass proves what exactly? That you have no other redeeming qualities aside from being an oaf? That I can’t fight because I don’t waste my time on trivial bullshit? Or maybe it means that you are now free to be a complete jerk to everyone, everywhere you go, for the rest of your life, because if you don’t like it you’ll just stomp a mudhole in them. What a beautiful life. :rolleyes:
So, bottom line: don’t talk to me when I see you, don’t come into my work strutting around like you’re hot shit, and keep my name out of your mouth.
Stop acting like a child and grow up, man! :mad:
-Dirty