King Kong Goes Clubbin'

For those who know me, don't ask how I thought about this just now. It just goes to show how damn random I am. As memories in the corners of my mind come to the forefront, I will post them because believe me they are funny as hell. To me anyway.

Picture it: My first year of grad school, I do a ride by after this party. Well, the party actually hadn't ended yet, but you know how the parking lot pimping thang goes. Anyway, a few people burst out the door just looking a mess. The attire for the party was pretty upscale. Women in dresses and men in suits, a dress shirt and tie, no less. These guys come out, damn near bloody, clothes all sweaty. The scenario pops off something like this:

Guy A: "I'm tellin ya, bruh, I had to get him. He was foul."
Guy B: Yeah, you snuck that *****
(Note: I went to school in Louisiana aka Da Boot. Snuck (past tense of sneak) means to slick hit someone or even knock him the f*ck out)

The rest of the party people rush out the club. Suddenly this big Mandingo something runs out with his shirt all torn and sweaty. Looked like he jumped in a pool immediately before he came outside. Let's call him King Kong.

King Kong: What the f??? He hit me! AGHHHH (screaming) he hit me!!!!

On everything I love, this dude rips his shirt off, takes off his wifebeater and starts BEATING HIS CHEST like KING KONG saying, "HE SNUCK ME!!! THAT MUTHA-F***-A SNUCK ME!!! AGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!

For like 5 minutes time stood still.
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I had never seen anything like that in my life. I was................................Speechless. That doesn't happen too often, by the way.

Everybody outside just stood there. Then one dude said, "What the f?? That **** crazier than a mutha-f***a!"

That was the night that I realized King Kong goes clubbin' too.

Wow.