Soooooo

So the other night I'm out drinking at a bar. I see there is a whole huge group of Hell's Angels there. I'm wearing my Moped Army jacket, and I was slightly inebriated, so I decided to talk to them about how much cooler mopeds are. Bad idea #1. After getting reamed about how they're not bikes, and almost getting one of them punching me I decided to wait. I saw another one that looked a little more like a pacifist (yeah I know- Hell's Angel pacifist?) and decided to talk to him. Well he then picked me up, took me out of the bar and said I couldn't go back in there, ever. Now wait a damn minute. I was hot. These guys were from out of town. This was MY bar. I stomped back in told them I wasn't afraid of them and said this is my bar. You don't like it get the fuck out. They didn't like that. I got real scared. They then took me outside again. They then picked me up and started to take me towrds the trash can. They said I was garbage and they were going to put me where I belong. They got closer to putting me in and then they stopped. They said they were just fucking with me, and anyone with the balls to stand up to a gang of bikers alone, is a ballsy Mo'fo. They then bought me a beer and I was able to tell them all about mopeds. Turned out to be a good night.

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