"brah you sure are, do you know any non-faggots that pose with shit on their shirts? hey you mentioned her sneakers earlier, can you describe them?"
I had shit literally on my shirt and she wanted to know about the LARGE golden sneakers that the woman who had defecated on me was wearing? What the hell. I describe them and text back like a good obedient loser.
"Those are really cool sneakers carl, she's probably an awesome person. I actually also own a pair of LARGE golden sneakers, I'm picking them up now while you get shit on in line. Maybe we'll compare the two!"
Ugh what was this? I just wanted to get the damn tickets.
"Why do you want those kinds of sneakers anyway, they look way too flashy and the person who is wearing them isn't someone you probably want to associate with."
"wow you are going to try to give me advice on fashion? You? carl you are one stupid faggot."
It hurt to see her text so harshly to me. But my thoughts were clearly derailed from that as I heard a rumble and a gurgle from above me. Oh no I prayed that it wasn't going to be another log! I saw those LARGE golden sneakers move around a bit, like she was standing on turning, maybe she was looking for a place to unload that was safer?
No that wasn't it... instead of a log I heard a resounding noise, a massive gusher of vomit flooded down onto me from the bleachers above. It was slimy, wet and chunky. Since I was looking up it actually caught me straight in the face utterly drenching my body with her bile. It completely soaked my shirt and I could feel and see large chunks of undigested meat. I waned to be sick, the physical nausea drove me to my knees.
"Kristi she puked on me!" I sent a text quickly, I shivered and shuddered in violent disgust.
"haha for real? omg you must look a mess."
"She did this on purpose, why would someone do this to someone else. I should call security or something."
"wtf carl, shut up. don't cause a scene. she probably just ate something she didn't agree with or she's too high up in the stadium. try to have compassion faggot."
I literally cried. I was covered in shit and vomit and the only person who I considered a friend didn't have my back.
"But she puked on me!"
"lol I know its kinda funny brah, stop being so annoying. Quit whining and get me those tickets!"
I once again didn't refuse. Fortunately the line had finally started moving and I moved forward. Drenched in shit and vomit I must have looked an awful sight but the ticket lady just crinkled her nose at me and handed me the tickets when I gave her the email voucher Kristi had handed to me earlier.
I texted Kristi, "I have the tickets where should we meet?"
I didn't know what I was going to do at this point. My clothes were filthy and I must look a mess, not to mention the stench... would Kristi even want to sit next to me? I really didn't know what to do!
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