She has dubbed them PokeMexicans and has made it her current goal to catch 'em all.
And Ale House has apparently become the PokeMex battle arena; they come from near and far to battle for her love. (Yes, I know SHE'S trying to catch THEM... but they LOVE her. Black guys too... but that's irrelevant for this story.)
This is probably a good time to throw in the fact that I'm still going through a really dark time in my life.
And, of course, by "dark time" I mean "black boy."
Per usual, I was dancing with Arrrrsssiiiinnneeeeyooooo, and he brought a cute but a little too tall Mex for Charlii. We'll call him Charizard. Friday's battle came out of nowhere and turned out to be the most entertaining of all.
The battle didn't end until near the end of the night. Charlii's favorite PokeMex, Pikachu, also happens to work security (Secuuurrrityyy!) at the arena so he always has home court. He used it to his full advantage this weekend, when he saw Charizard going in for the kill, he walked over and kicked him out. Just straight up kicked the mother fucker out. For being "too drunk"... even though he didn't have a drink the entire time he was at the bar... and was acting just fine. In true PokeMex fashion, Charizard didn't go out without a fight. It took two others to help Pika get him out.
Not convinced that he had finished the job, he came over and accused Arrrrsssiiiinnneeeeyooooo of pointing at and having a problem with him... even though his back was to him. Pika then kicked Arrrrsssiiiinnneeeeyooooo out as well.
Luckily it was near closing time and after a couple more songs, we were out in the throngs of drunk people with everyone else. We found Arrrrsssiiiinnneeeeyooooo pretty quickly and he was NOT happy. (Which of course made the whole thing even funnier to me.) But he couldn't understand what Charlii sees in Pika.
"His glasses are so thick he can see your tits through your shirt"
He kept asking her what she saw in him, but not matter what she said, he wasn't impressed.
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