Bar Brawlin and Name Callin

So last night I was watching the game wit my homie when he gets a call from his white homies invitin us out for drinks at a bar, I was already in heiniken heaven before we left so shit yall know I aint one to turn down no drinks, so we hop in the whip and drive to meet the homies. It was my first time meeting them but to my suprise they were white (no problem i ain't racist or no shit like that) we headed to The Village to bar hop a lil. O yea I dont like puttin names on the blog so here is the break down of the crew :

• Me



• Tall black homie



• Big white dude



• lil short white dude
  

Short white dude drives and he is already pissed cuz he was rooting for the texans and they lost so he was drivin all crazy. We make it to the bar and have to beg the bouncer to let us in cuz tall black homie lost his wallet and all he had was a photocopy of his ID . So if you are thinking like me you wanna know HOW THE FUCK DO YOU LOSE YOUR WALLET BUT HAVE A PHOTOCOPY OF YOUR ID? idk but anyway we get in and in normal white people fashion the white guys buy all the drinks (shots of yager, heinekens, and a shot called Undercurrent) o yea when i asked whats in the undercurrent lil short white dude tells me and then was like it taste like kool-aid....my thoughts"cuz i'm black i gotta like koolaid?" but shit he paying for it and I do like kool aid and that shot was good as hell. I get fucked up I start chilling, but big white dude was like you to quiet dude gotta get u talkin, so we find this attactcive black lady (quite a task in a white bar) and the convo was a lil something like this.

Big White dude: hey my friend here wants to buy u a drink

Lady: O, thanks but I already have a drink


My thoughts: ( damn, she tryna shoot me down)


Big White Dude: But he can buy your next one




****Big White dude walks out to smoke a cigarette****




so I stay and chat with the lady although it seems as if she tried to blow me off


I get a few details she ain't from Houston, just moved from Florida


She asked what I do i tell her I work at ________ Bank Fraud Dept ( not putting my bank name on this blog lol)



and this lady tells me she works for Sara Lee




Yes folks the fuckin cake company!!!!!




I shake her hand, tell her it was nice to meet her and walk off




I ain't talkin to no Cake Bakin B*tch that tried to shoot me down....


uh uh...not cool





















I WAS FUCKED UP .......


so of course I had a blast.




(and see I am posting a lil more frequently,Karrie B. )