>so quick round up >went to a club >got a couple drinks and got on the dance floor >guy who knows me (i broke his leg and threw him out a window in no particular order) spots me and starts making threats >I tell him he can go shove his new metal foot up his ass and step off >decides he doesn't like that. we get in a fight, people make way, next thing i know im on my back on a table, he's trying to hatesnog me while I'm decking the side of his chest. >still not getting off. grab a horn and twist, breaking it and sticking it in his eyesocket. he flails, smashing my nose by accident but im able to kick him off, reeling into security. >they kick him out, now I'm sittin at the bar with cotton up my nose and a drink in my hand... wont be good if i meet that guy again, but i'm doing alright all things considered. >couple of bruises, the busted nose, couple cuts from the glasses on the table, but at least im not kicked out. //#violence, #gore
Oof.
I got hungry again, so. #snackies.
definitely in the right glad they didn't kick you out.
Weed munchies and burning calories. The combo ever.