I once went to see horse races with my ex's dad and her little brother. I think she had gone to play slots with her mom, I don't really remember since I ended up getting really drunk. I pretty much just picked some horses to win based on their names and possibly some of the numbers listed beside them, but I really didn't care... there was beer and it was cheap.
At one point I turned to this guy who was with us (possibly a co-worker of my ex's dad) pointed to 2 hick guys and a girl and said “Watch this I am going to walk over there, take that fat guy's hat and put it on then put my arm around that girl and walk away with her after I tell the skinny dude to fuck off”. The guy I am with laughs at me and tells me that if I can do it he will buy me 3 more beers.
I have no idea exactly how I did it but I strolled over and started talking to them, eventually I grabbed fatties cowboy hat and put it on, told the other guy to fuck off and walked over to the bar with the girl and bought her a drink. There have been several times where I it's amazing that I didn't end up dead, this wasn't one of them but I sure as hell should have gotten beat up.
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