I went to a wedding with my mom this weekend. Oh boy, fun…
So, the plan is we are going to drive down, stay the night, then drive back (even though it is only a drive of an hour and a half BRADFORD PA <- remember that for later). So at the wedding/reception, I am dressed up decently and these girls keep coming over to me and blah blah blah, whatever… they are kind of lame… the whole wedding is essentially family members with the exception of my mom and I. So I tell them I am leaving and they are: “like, OMG, come to the after party in the hotel”. So I tell them maybe, if they come get me out of my room. Well, around 12 I get a knock on my door. I honestly thought they would forget the room number I was in but I told them I would come up, so I went up to the room… When I got there I should have know it was trouble. The bride’s uncles were all there, and they were all horrible (one of them had asked me if I was “some kinda faggot” at the reception)…
Anyway, the girl who was all about me coming to the party (who is 22, BTW) won’t leave me alone. She kept getting drunker and drunker; she was the bride’s sister, so keep in mind that all of these people were her family members. So she keeps coming over and sitting on me and trying to get me to fuck her or something. I was not going to even consider it for like, 50 different reasons… anyway, eventually she comes over, sits on me and passes out. No sooner than her head flops down, her drunk uncle walks over:
HIM
ME
The things I would do to her…
Excuse me?
She is one hot babe huh?
Yeah… I guess so…
She wont remember this…
At this point he proceeds to grope her ass/inner thigh. Shocked, I reposition her on my lap and he kind of wanders off. Now a different uncle walks by, and just grabs a handful of her ass. At this point, she wakes up and says she thinks she is going to be sick. I bring her into the bathroom and shut the door to let her do her thing. I walk away to get some cranberry juice, her uncle whom I kind of shooed away tells me to “get that shit out of [my] face or he will rip it out” (in reference to my piercings). So, I scoot back toward the bathroom just in time to see the girls cousin going into the bathroom.
I knew this guy was a total schmuck because he had been talking to me for like 20 minutes at the party, trying to tell me that I was the biggest piece of shit for not drinking. Well, I tried to go in there to get this poor girl out of there and he fucking slams the door in my face and tells me to get lost. Before the door shuts I see her passed the fuck out on the toilet. He holds the door shut for a while until he thinks I walked away (thank god it didn’t have a lock on it). I burst back into the bathroom only to find he has her shirt unbuttoned. Disgusted, I barge in pick her up. Go find her dad at another party down the hall and make him take her home. All the while this creepy cousin guy is following me telling me that she “said she wanted to stay in [his] room!”
Conclusion? People in Bradford are a bunch of incest loving deer hunting pieces of shit that are all fucking disgusting. Ironic that their last name is “Beers”…
