mjohnson17 can chime in with any details I miss...
We are standing around Preismj's crew's table, which was one of the biggest highlights in a day of highlights btw. We hear yelling behind us and see a couple ~40 years old yelling at each other while both of them are stumbling drunk. We'll call them Stumbles and Screeches. Stumbles is ~5'10, 270 lbs. Screeches is kind of a bigger girl. After a minute, they both start looking at their phones and the dude is wobbling something fierce while standing in place. On multiple occasions Stumbles nearly hits the deck, losing his flip flops in the process. At this point, Screeches is sitting down on the curb with her bag next to her. Out of nowhere, a wild shirtless tattooed crackhead looking **** appears (we'll call him Cracky) runs up and for absolutely no reason lays on the ground near Screeches and uses her bag for a pillow. Screeches and Stumbles take great offense to this, Screeches yells at him to move. Stumbles, seeing this offensive act, removes one of the flip flops he finally managed to put back on and steps on Cracky's head, which is still on the bag. Cracky immediately jumps up and Goldberg spears Stumbles to the grass. Someone said a punch was thrown from the top but I didn't see it. The epic dual stalemated as soon as it hit the ground, both combatants locked in furious embrace. They laid there for about 2 minutes while Screeches and Cracky's friend tried to persuade them to disengage. Screeches gets upset and starts ramming Cracky with elbows but it is futile.
Eventually, the two disengage and Cracky's friend gets between them, trying to calm Stumbles down. Stumbles wobbles again, taking nearly 20 feet to regain his balance and almost braining himself in the street. Screeches is all up in Cracky's face, yelling and pushing him. It is at this point someone at the tent points out what appears to be a growing brown stain on Stumbles' cargo shorts. "Did he **** himself?"
Yes, somewhere in the melee, Stumbles had **** himself.
After this, it got to that weird "I'm sorry", "We're cool", "I love you bro" zone you only see during these blackout drunk brawls, all while chocolate pudding is making it's way dangerously close to the bottom of Stumbles' cargo shorts. Cracky's friend tried for a good 10 minutes to get him to walk away from everyone, as we all knew it could spark up again at any moment. Finally, Cracky and his friend leave.
And then Cracky ran back over and, as it appeared to us, tried to get Screeches' number. They all disappeared after that.
We are standing around Preismj's crew's table, which was one of the biggest highlights in a day of highlights btw. We hear yelling behind us and see a couple ~40 years old yelling at each other while both of them are stumbling drunk. We'll call them Stumbles and Screeches. Stumbles is ~5'10, 270 lbs. Screeches is kind of a bigger girl. After a minute, they both start looking at their phones and the dude is wobbling something fierce while standing in place. On multiple occasions Stumbles nearly hits the deck, losing his flip flops in the process. At this point, Screeches is sitting down on the curb with her bag next to her. Out of nowhere, a wild shirtless tattooed crackhead looking **** appears (we'll call him Cracky) runs up and for absolutely no reason lays on the ground near Screeches and uses her bag for a pillow. Screeches and Stumbles take great offense to this, Screeches yells at him to move. Stumbles, seeing this offensive act, removes one of the flip flops he finally managed to put back on and steps on Cracky's head, which is still on the bag. Cracky immediately jumps up and Goldberg spears Stumbles to the grass. Someone said a punch was thrown from the top but I didn't see it. The epic dual stalemated as soon as it hit the ground, both combatants locked in furious embrace. They laid there for about 2 minutes while Screeches and Cracky's friend tried to persuade them to disengage. Screeches gets upset and starts ramming Cracky with elbows but it is futile.
Eventually, the two disengage and Cracky's friend gets between them, trying to calm Stumbles down. Stumbles wobbles again, taking nearly 20 feet to regain his balance and almost braining himself in the street. Screeches is all up in Cracky's face, yelling and pushing him. It is at this point someone at the tent points out what appears to be a growing brown stain on Stumbles' cargo shorts. "Did he **** himself?"
Yes, somewhere in the melee, Stumbles had **** himself.
After this, it got to that weird "I'm sorry", "We're cool", "I love you bro" zone you only see during these blackout drunk brawls, all while chocolate pudding is making it's way dangerously close to the bottom of Stumbles' cargo shorts. Cracky's friend tried for a good 10 minutes to get him to walk away from everyone, as we all knew it could spark up again at any moment. Finally, Cracky and his friend leave.
And then Cracky ran back over and, as it appeared to us, tried to get Screeches' number. They all disappeared after that.
