Wednesday, May 14, 2008

five minutes ago...

"I'm sorry. I don't speak DOUCHEBAG!"
~Melissa, convinced I was being disrespected at Le Club, in response to said Douchebag stating, "We're not understanding each other."

(Even the waitress was like, "Sorry, but that was good...")

8 comments:

vansmack said...

Did a fight ensue where Collin was escorting said Douchebag out of the bar? And more improtantly, did anybody ask Collin who won the Premiership?

Sweet Melissa said...

No fight. No one kicked out. We left like the ladies we are.

For the record: he totally deserved that and worse. I regret nothing.

I just wish all y'all could have seen the look on Bethy's face. It was priceless. Her eyes were huge!

And in case you haven't figured it out yet: I'm the guy.

greg said...

congratulations!

the dynamic duo of Mel's sassy comment and Spots' reporting has managed to make me officially snort coffee through my nose as I read this in Google Reader!

Ok, TMI. But still. That is an awesome line!

Becky said...

HA! Fantastic.

vansmack said...

Melissa, the world is full of guys. Be a man.

Spots said...

When Collin saw my face as we walked out, he started laughed and was like, "Oh bullocks, what happened!?!?"
Or something equally British and fabulous. I was speechless. SPEECHLESS. Mel and Douchebag had a whole exchange, in which I was alternately laughing and grabbing Mel's arm, saying, "Misty, Misty calm down!"
He was Monster Douche. Even when I tried to be all classy and ladylike in my exit, he was a tool...

greg said...

you need a webcam at le club so these moment can be immortalized on DVD in "Girls Gone Wild, Le Douchebag Beatdown Edition" or something.

Anonymous said...

So wouldn't that make Melissa Mr. Griftwood?