Him: I don’t like you. If i was walking down the street I’d punch you.
Me: Why?
Him: I don’t like your whole look, I don’t like your clothes.
Me: Why?
Him: Because you look like a loser.
Me: How come?
Him: Because you’re scum. Guys like you are scum.
Me: How so?
Him: Because I don’t like your pants, they look like waiter pants.
Me: So everyone who wears black dress pants are waiters?
Him: You make me want to punch you right now.
Me: You want to punch me right now because of my pants? Why?
Him: Because you’re scum!
Me: You’re not really good at answering questions. Did you just come over to my table to insult me?
Him: Yes I did.
Me: Wow that’s really adult of you.
Him: (Violently grabs my glasses off my face)
Me: Okay i’m going to ask you as an adult, give me my glasses.
Him: No I’m going to hold on to them for a while.
Me: Oh really? (then to my gf) Okay call the cops.
Him: (Puts the glasses down and walks away)
(30 minutes later cops arrive and he tells them he bullied me because I hit him)
Cops: Well if we arrest him we have to arrest you too because he claims you hit him first and you have no witness except your gf)
Everyone Else: We didn’t see nothing, we just want to party!
TEN-HEADED SKELETON 