yeah, we are punk ass bitches...

We finished up our meal, paid the bill, and even looked at a dessert menu, although we ordered nothing. FFF (fat fuckin' friend) and ass girl continue to hover around the bouncers, and ass girl just does her thing drinking and looking as if she's trying out for girls gone wild. So we get up to leave and I figure this is done.

We were juvenile, and asses, and goofed on them, she came over and said her peace, and it is what it is. Story over.

Well as we start to walk out FFF (fat fuckin' friend) runs up to us and says something like did you get enough pictures? Do you want anymore? Then I got pissed. Yeah, we started it, we were punks, but this was a done deal. But she has to keep pushing it.