Drunks and Bar-fights

[DamnthatDavid]

I almost got my head torn off by a guy with arms the size of my leg.

I was the DD for 3 beautiful ladies, and this one guy didn't like that I was "stealing" them away at closing. He thought I was a Cock-Blocker, and that I was going to take them back to my house for a wild sex Orgy.

Saddly, I just wanted to get them away from Mr. Leg-Arm and his disgusting coherts that no sober girl would hang around.
He was cool to start with, I even chatted with him. Joking around that I was mormon, and the 3 girls where my wives. (I guess he remembered that part only in his drunk-ass state)
But at the end, he was openly looking for a fight. He was yelling, and standing up, and sitting down. I was standing my ground though, even if he outweighed me by about 100 pounds. I just stood there, and smiled the entire freaking time. He finally let me get the girls out. I think smiling bothered him.
God, I hate drunk assholes.