Am I imagining this or do only the most miserable, bitchy, sour faced, bitches on earth head for food after the pub?
I've pretty much thought this since I was a kid really and was pretty used to just not talking to them after a few tentative attempts at chat in the late 80's went terribly wrong.
Since then, ok, I get a wee bit drunk and occasionally try to start a wee chat. Nothing out of the ordinary. Being polite etc. The shit you get back defies belief.
I think, this evening, I said 'Oh, I met you before. I'm sure I know you.' And she turned fucking rabid. "YOU DONT KNOW ME!! FUCK YOU!!! FUCK OFF." Her pal was apologising etc and I was thinking 'well at least she's normal, hahaha'.
Didn't last. I suppose I should have just closed my mouth and moved on but... but.... no. I kept niggling. On and on. The more she hated me speaking the more I said. Stuff. I dunno. I kinda like poking people when they're rabid. Oooerr.
Anyways, they both ended up... errrm... miserable, sour faced bitches. That's all you ever get in these places. Hwaach-ptoooh. I'm guessing nice girls stay at home. Huh? Uh huh.
And NO, it aint ME before you say.... any.... thing.... oh fuck. Maybe it's just me.
