Originally Posted by
Sneezeburger
So I met my first angry drunk tonight and holy fuck... I did not know that it was actually possible to be that much of an asshole but my god did he ever pull it off. With class! One moment I'm standing around chatting with my friends and the next I'm on the grass (we were outside) with him on top of me trying to choke the life out of me. Now to be fair I did say I was going to sleep with his sister, but this was immediately after he said he was going to fuck this girl's cousin. I have never met his sister, have never communicated with his sister in any form whatsoever, and have no interest in sleeping with her and given my tone of voice that should have been quite clear. But whatever. Things happen.
Later that night, however, he was playing another game and doing it wrong (in that he was drinking way less than everyone else and nobody was correcting him on it) and when everyone else decided to stop, he was kinda taunting them and saying they should continue. I pointed this out and, again, sarcastically accused him of cheating and he just lost his shit, saying that he was going to kick my ass if I said one more thing and threatening to go all Kevin Hart on me. (I don't know who Kevin Hart is)
When I left 5-10 minutes later (I didn't want to be there when he tried to kill everyone with an axe), people were still trying to calm him down and he was still screaming.
Now to be fair I was being kind of a dick, but we were at a party with 10 other guys. You can't not expect people to make fun of you and people were doing the same thing to me. In retrospect, it's one of the funniest things that has happened to me, but if I actually had continued pushing him, he probably would have tackled me and tried to pound my face in.
I guess what I'm wondering is why the fuck do people invite those kinds of people to parties?