When I first met you I thought I had found people to chill with to watch the fire works... as your boyfriend starts passing out and you inform me you and him aren't big drinkers... I can't help but wonder why the fuck you wanted to buy a 40 of vodka then?

As I can see your bf isn't in the best spot, he's starting to spit... when I'm at that point I usually feel better after puking and drinking some water, I had water, but you made me empty it to share the vodka (I paid for half... why do I only get a 5th of the bottle? But whatever), but no seriously? You shouldn't let your boyfriend pass out on the grass...

Are you kidding me? I'm hitting on your man? I just said he's fucked up so help him...

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And that's when you started punching me in the face for "hitting on your man", bitch I have my own man and I'm not into the white skin meth heads... sorry but that's a no.

You fucking broke my glasses and I finally manage to get you off me- punching wearing jewelry is a cheap shot... oh now your bf is finally getting up to... also start punching me because "need to get my hands off his bitch".

At that point? Fighting you fine whatever, having your bf help? Fuck that, it's not worth fighting your psycho ass...

Again thanks for breaking my glasses you psycho.