Shiiiiiiit...
 
Wonderful. So I went clubbing with Mrs. Traylor-Jefferson, and it started out all good, until mofos started interrupting our fun. First mofo was hella drunk and came up interrupting our little "dance-mirror" game we had on the floor. Next, some Tupac wannabe kept trying to grind all up on my and shit... F#cker! Back da F#ck up!!! Last but not least, was the final guy that approached me and Mrs. Ana T-J. He was respectful initially, but then I guess he thought he and I had a vibe goin' and he litterally told Ana to beat it! Hey dude, that's my gurl, and ain't no body gonna give her the boot like that... ugh! Did I mention he was drunk as a skunk? Anywhos, he goes on and on about himself, what he wants to do... his outlook on life and general... then he drops the bomb... "I'm gon keep it real, I've been to prison, know what I'm sayin'..." Skiiiiiiiiirt, hit the dayum breaks and put that bitch in reverse. Jigga what?!?! Then he talks about how he's a hustler and what not. Me thinking to myself "gotta think of a convenient way to bounce." So eventually I connected with Ana and we danced a little more. We tried to bounce without running into the last guy, but no such luck. "How y'all gon leave without hollerin' at yo boy?" Lordie. He says he has to walk us to our car to make sure we get there safe. As we are walking, so guy gives me a flyer and the dude goes "back up man, can't you see emotions are involved?" What the f#ck?!?! I didn't get the memo on that shit. We made it to our car, and at least he didn't bug me for my number or anything. But mannnn, why me?