You ain't ought to make fun of us'n folks that're drunk wit guns, we's be gettin' mad.
But seriously, true story:Last night friends are DRUNK, I'm very sober, the only sober one.
A few of us go over a few buildings (we're in an apartment complex) to a friend's bday party. We know six of about eight girls and there are about 14 weird punk guys. I say happy birthday, talk to the cute girls I know there, then want to leave cause there is nothign else to do there. Other two guys with me leave as well.
We get back to my bud's apartment and then the two guys that were with me start getting worked up about something and want to go fight some guy at the party. Why? Cause he was smoking weed and the one guy didn't want to get in trouble (he's on probation for something) (one of the two buddies used to smoke ALOT the other guy smoked sometimes)
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A third guy walks into the room and then a fourth and Efrain (the occasional smoker) gets them worked up about fightin'. The two new guys have no idea why they're going to go fight, but they're from a small redneck town where they drink and fight for fun. They got all into it and went over there and just stared some random guy down while outside of the apartment (I took the two that were there earlier and another guy to Taco Bell).
^Crazy real story about redneck drunks and fighting.
p.s. We'd already fought(ish) after beer pong