Diary of a Mad Black Woman
Sunday, August 2, 2009 at 10:53AM As me and my friend are playing play beer pong at a bar, there is a party of black guys and girls behind us who begin toasting and screaming. And not just "Heeeeyyyy" screaming, but shrill, top-of-your lungs screaming. And they did so repeatedly. For no reason other than to annoy the crap out of everyone in the bar. Unless there is an understandable reason for that, such as someone's 21st birthday or a sports team's championship or something, I find it very irritating.
Tyrone: This is for the real Beer Pong champions.
Everyone: Yeeeahahhhh
Tamika: WHOOOOO! YEEAAAHHH!
Me: Will you guys Shut up? We're trying to play a game here.
Tamika: You shut the fuck up, nigga. (Note: Do not get all pissed at me. This is not me writing, this is what was said to me by an obnoxious girl)
Me: Um, excuse me, but the last time I checked, I am white.
Tamika leaves her table, walks over to the beer pong table, and interrupts our game to yell at me
Tamika: What the fuck do you mean, last time I checked i am white? What the fuck did you think I called you?
Me: Well, something other than what I am
Tamika: Why the fuck do you think I would call you something like that?
Me: I HAVE NO IDEA, but you did. Look, can I get back to my game? Move along.
Tamika: Uh uh, I ain't going nowhere til you tell me why I would call you that.
Me: I don't know! Listen, just drop it.
Tamika: I ain't droppin' shiiiit.
At this point, I struggle hard to hold in my laughter.
Me: Listen, everything is cool.
Tamika: That shit ain't cool. Why do you think I would call you a nigga for (Again, that is what came out of her mouth)
Me: I don't know, and frankly i don't care. Everything is fine, please calm down. It's our turn and I have a game to play.
Tamika: Go and play yo' broke-ass game. Stupid-ass white boy
Me: Goodbye
Tamika (as she is walking back to her table): That boy running his goddamn mouth. He lucky I don't smack him upside his head talkin that bullcrap.

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