Tuesday, July 05, 2005

She wet herself...or did she?: A Point/CounterPoint with White Chocolate and the Infamous Shelly B.


I hope this segment like so many others on here will become a staple...The Point/CounterPoint.

And what better way to kick it off than with a cat fight over whether White Chocolate wet herself or whether the Infamous Shelly B. spilt the beer on her.

POINT: The Infamous Shelly B. says:
So there I was sitting down in one of the hard iron chairs at Zapatos listening to yet another horrible reenactment of some old school song. I’m trying to get comfortable in my chair so I decide maybe I’ll try sitting sideways and put my legs over the arm of the chair. This lasts for maybe 3 minutes because I can no longer feel my feet. I then look around to find something to prop my legs on. I’m scanning scanning scanning and I notice the corner of the table is free of beer seepage so I then proceed to kick up one of my legs to put it on the table when all of a sudden wablaaam! I have just kicked Lindsey’s half full cup of beer all over her “crotch area” and might I add it was during the song RIGHT before she was to go on and rap her college station renown “Slow Jamz” with Emixalot. So, of course I feel horrible for wasting her beer and making her look like she pissed herself. Hilarious! She then had to postpone her infamous rapping ability to wait for her crotch to dry……..so sad yet so funny.

COUNTERPOINT: White Chocolate says:
So there I was, just chillin’ in my chair, talkin’ shit with my friends and having a good ol’ time at Zapatos. Then Evan said we would be going on soon to rap “Slow Jamz”…my most prized ghetto-fied song of the night. Even though I know that song like the back of my hand, I still always get a little nervous before performing because I hate messing up. Well you know with being nervous you sometimes get a little thirsty, so I reached for my ice cold Bud Light…which just so happens to be the best beer ever. Right after I take a sip of my beer, I rest the cup on my knee, and then the worst thing imaginable happens. All of a sudden, Shelly kicks up her leg to rest it on the table and her foot catches my leg or something, and half of my beer (without the cup even moving) flies out in a huge tidal wave heading straight for my beloved crotch. It happened so fast, I had no time to try and move away from the wave of beer. I mean, why couldn’t the beer have just landed on my leg or the bottom of my shorts? Nooooooooo…….it had to saturate the actual crotch area alone (actually running down my leg too) to make it look like I pissed myself…..like I was soooooo nervous about rapping that I couldn’t even hold my bladder. And of course it had to happen like a minute before I was to go on and wow everyone with my rapping abilities. So I freak out…..but also laugh…..and try to soak up my shorts with a napkin. I told Evan that he HAD to tell Caylin that I was NOT going on stage until my shorts dried. So finally after two songs, my crotch dried and I went up on stage. It was a rather hilarious incident and it added to our many crazy stories at karaoke.

You be the Judge...


Blogger SJF_Hoosier said...

"...a huge tidal wave heading for my beloved crotch..."

Actually, on second thought, I'm just going to leave that one alone.

1:18 PM  
Blogger shorty329 said...

I'm just glad you didn't throw the rest of your Bud Light on my crotch

2:51 PM  
Blogger txweatherman said...

Some people are just too clumsy with their beer.....Shelly B

4:03 PM  
Blogger Tommy said...

I dont think it was beer on said crotch, I think it was simply what happened as a result of my killer version of Georgia

2:59 AM  
Blogger ~ meg ~ said...

tommy tommy tommy ....

10:54 AM  

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