Don't even tell me that he's here with her. Let me just say that he must have some rhino-sized balls on him to show up with her here. His balls must be bigger than--fuck, I don't know--what's big? They must be bigger than Snooki. They must be two stupid, sweaty Snookis hanging from his stupid fucking crotch to show up here. Where'd he get the nerve? I can't even. Am I really seeing this? Is this happening?
Oh, hell no. Hell fucking no. I mean, I'm seeing it with my eyeballs so I know it's happening but WHAT THE FUCK, right? He knows I'm here all the time. And, he'd bring her here? Like this? Parading her around MY favorite bar? I can't even deal with it.
No, don't say anything. Stay here. Just laugh like I said something funny. "Haha! I know, totally." Don't look! Keep laughing. I'll tell you when you can look. Hold on. "Yeah, like I was saying before that movie was such a riot. Haha!" Alright, now you can look.
It's fucked up, right? Am I the only one who understands JUST HOW fucked up this is that he'd bring her here? Jesus Christ. I wanna punch him in his smug little face. Wait, keep laughing. He's looking over at us. "HAHA!"
God, he is such an ASSHOLE.