PISSED

Alright... I've already had some run-ins with these mother fuckers at MY bar over religion. FYI, I didn't start it. I wore a BR tee and they wanted to talk shit. I was nice and non-confrontational about it. That was two or three weeks ago. Trying to be the nice guy and not end up in a fight, which is what they really wanted, I just said, "No, I don't believe in god and it's just a band shirt anyways" and then I walked away. I've avoided them since just because I don't want to smash my beer glass against either one of their faces. I go to the patio later to smoke a cig. Mother fucker asks me if I was gay. I responded politely as I normally try to, "No, I'm not. What the fuck do you care?" Then, a "bar friend friend's" passed out on the patio. We apparently know the same regulars... I'm trying to be cool with them. They were cool, in front of "X" girl. I try to be nice in general. I don't like to start dumb shit. 30 min or more have passed and she got him to leave. I hope he didn't drive but that's not my business. I close out and am leaving... I ask those two fucks who are already trying to hit on women WAY out of their league about what's going on. I ask them if "X" made it home okay or of "X" took him home. All they did was talk shit to me because I was blocking the view of some other woman who's entirely out of their league.

Dear R-tard Douchebags,

You are both still going home together. You are not getting laid. You tried to dress up "nice" (you still looked like people who WANTED to go to UTD but didn't get accepted) for the cheapest, most "ghetto" bar in NORTH DALLAS (as you always do)! You two are such complete douchebags. I really hope you fucked your car up (at minimum up, death would be premier). I would probably "lol" if you died in a car wreck (so long as others were not hurt). Out of respect for my local dive and not being arrested by the police on sight, I would have loved to smash any object against your fucking face. You mother fuckers are about to learn that it's MY bar. I'm cool even still, because I know you're cousin is on the other side of my line for customer service. I am a patient, forgiving person... But it is like baseball. Three strikes and you're out. Not just out, though. Out like there's blood streaming from your temple and you're laid out... And no one cares. Because we all hate you. Really... We do...