This is a mess
BH< i am so classy. So, so classy. Brie and merlot and curry chicken wid a dash a rum and all a dem bloodclot deh.
Anyway, me and the s/o guh a one dance tonight you see, and when the music lick in and one gal start dance pon her head top and whine and go on with pure antics, a crowd start surround her and watch and cheer and whatnot.
Anyway, I was there in the crowd watching her dance (I wasn't dancing tonight because I'm still injured from two weeks ago
), and I felt someone grab a handful of ass.
A HANDFUL OF ASS. MY ASS!
So there were two guys standing closely behing me, so I elbowed in the ribs the one I thought touched me. He looked at me like I was crazy and pointed to the other guy standing behind me.
Now see, that mean seh him did guilty because how you coulda know fi point pon a next yute if anuh you same one do me something? Him must know somebody did a do me something.
I am sorry I can not speak standard English when I am tipsy and rum a flow still.
Anyway, I felt a NEXT handful of ass, and this time I get vex because seriously, WOMAN CAN'T GO A DANCE WITHOUT MOLESTATION??? Don't put yuh bloodcloot hands dem pon ME! Mi know you? Afta mi nuh know you! Bloodclot.
Anyway, I ran out of the crowd and found my s/o (who was feeling a vibes on a nearby wall). He saw the look on my face and asked what happened, and I told him 'nothing'
A few minutes later I guess my look deceived me because he asked again, and I told him that some yute a grab off afta mi and mi nuh like it. He asked if it was one of the guys he saw standing behind me as I came running to him, and I say yes, but I am unsure which one it was. i cannot say definitively. Next thing, s/o shoots across the floor to go approach the man.
See. My s/o is very shy and very quiet. He is, however, exceedingly over protective of me. He always keeps a close eye on me when we go out, but tonight I slipped away and went to the restroom as the girl started dancing, so s/o never saw me in the crowd until i started running towards him.
Anyway, words ensue, I go to pull my s/o away because he's a boxer and well - I aint trying to have us spend the night in county, so I tell the guy to cool his jets, he pushed my hand away, I punched him in the jaw and he fell into the wall, my s/o grabbed me kicking and screaming out of the club as I'm yelling at the guy so suck out him mudda sour something and go breed a gyal and mek fambily true him old backside full up a grey hair inna di dance wid a heap of young people.
I'm on vacation for this week -- and the fun had just started.
SOUND DI BIG TINGS DEM!
And no, I have NEVER been involved in a club brawl, but you ain't gonna put your hands on me and get away with it.
Bloodcloot dog faced parasite.
Edited by Organic - Nov 20 2012 at 3:10am